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THE  JOYS   OF   FRIENDSHIP 


THE 


JOYS   OF   FRIENDSHIP 


EDITED  BY 


MARY   ALLETTE   AYER 

EDITOR  OF   "  DAILY   CHEER   YEAR  BOOK  " 


"  Who  knows  the  joys  of  friendship  ? 
The  trust,  security,  and  tenderness, 
The  double  joy j,  where  each  is  glad  for  both  /" 

—  Rowe. 


BOSTON 
LEE    AND    SHEPARD 


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Published,  August,  1905. 


Copyright,  1905, 
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IV 


TO   MY  FRIENDS 

We  have  been  friends  together ', 
In  sunshine  and  in  shade, 

God  bless  thee  .  . 
With  blessing  which  no  word  can  find. 

—  Alfred  Tennyson. 


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Acknowledgments 

I  desire  to  express  grateful  appreciation  to  the 
following  publishers  and  authors  for  kind  permis- 
sion to  use  their  copyright  material :  to  Houghton, 
Mifflin  &  Co.,  for  selections  from  Longfellow, 
Whittier,  Lowell,  Emerson,  and  Lucy  Larcom ; 
to  Charles  Scribner's  Sons,  for  quotations  from 
"Little  Rivers,"  "Fisherman's  Luck,"  "The  Toil- 
ing of  Felix,"  and  "The  Story  of  the  Psalms,"  by 
Henry  van  Dyke;  to  Fleming  H.  Revell  &  Co., 
for  poems  from  "  Lyrics  of  Love,"  "  An  Experi- 
ence," "Immortal,"  "Beloved  —  A  Secret,"  by 
Margaret  E.  Sangster;  also  to  Rev.  J.  R.  Miller, 
D.D.,  Rev.  Henry  van  Dyke,  D.D.,  Amos  R. 
Wells,  and  all  others  who,  by  their  very  cordial 
consent,  have  helped  to  make  this  compilation 
possible. 

M.  A.  A. 

Haverhill,  Mass., 
June,  1905. 


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Contents 


The  Love  of  Friendship 

The  Companionship  of  Friendship 

The  Sympathy  of  Friendship 

The  Influence  of  Friendship 

The  Immortality  of  Friendship 

The  Divine  Friendship  . 


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IX 


The  Love 

of 
Friendship 


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Love  is   the  beginning,  the  middle,  and 

the  end  of  everything. 

—  Lacordaire. 


They  seem  to  take  away  the  sun  from  the 
world  who  withdraw  friendship  from  the  life; 
for  we  have  received  nothing  better  from  the 
Immortal  Gods,  nothing  more  delightful. 

—  Cicero. 

This  blessed  thing  unto  mortals  given, 

Long  ages  ago  by  God  above, 
Is  the  joy  of  earth,  and  the  joy  of  Heaven  ; 

And  we  call  the  priceless  treasure  —  Love. 

—  Emily  Stuart  Lawrence. 


•-.  .  :-l51 


HAT  is  the  secret  of  your  life  ? " 
asked  Mrs.  Browning  of  Charles 
Kingsley  :  u  tell  me,  that  I  may 
make  mine  beautiful,  too."  He 
replied,  "  I  had  a  friend." 


T)Y  friendship,  I  mean  the  greatest  love,  and  the 
truest  union  of  minds  of  which  brave  men  and 
women   are  capable.  —  Jeremy  Taylor, 


T  WOULD  flood  your  path  with  sunshine  j 

I  would  fence  you  from  all  ill ; 
I  would  crown  you  with  all  blessings 
If  I  could  have  my  will. 

Aye  !  but  human  love  may  err,  dear, 
And  a  Power  All-Wise  is  near ; 

So  I  only  pray,  God  bless  you, 

And  God  keep  you  through  the  year. 

—  Anon. 

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TF  I  speak  with  the  tongues  of  men  and  of  angels, 

But  have  not  Love, 

I  am  become  sounding  brass,  or  a  clanging  cymbal. 

And  if  I  have  the  gift  of  Prophecy, 

And  know  all  Mysteries  and  all  Knowledge; 

And  if  I  have  all  Faith,  so  as  to  remove  Mountains, 

But  have  not  Love, 

I  am  nothing. 

And  if  I  bestow  all  my  Goods  to  feed  the  poor, 

And  if  I  give  my  Body  to  be  Burned, 

But  have  not  Love, 

It  profiteth  me  nothing. 

Love  suffereth  long  and  is  kind ; 

Love  envieth  not ; 

Love  vaunteth  not  itself, 

Is  not  puffed  up, 

Doth  not  behave  itself  unseemly, 

Seeketh  not  its  own, 

Is  not  provoked, 

Taketh  not  account  of  evil, 

Rejoiceth  not  in  unrighteousness, 

But  rejoiceth  with  the  Truth  ; 

Beareth  all  things,  believeth  all  things, 

Hopeth  all  things,  endurcth  all  things  ; 

Love  never  faileth.    —  St.  Paul. 

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/"\NLY  the  same  old  love,  you  know, 

I  sent  it  to  you  long  ago. 
Only  the  memories  of  old 
That  never  have  grown  changed  or  cold. 

No,  I  have  nothing  new :   and  yet 

I  scarcely  think  I  need  regret 

That  it  is  so,  for  you  and  I 

Have  precious  things  from  days  gone  by. 

And  if  good  wishes,  good  can  bring, 

Mine  are  with  you  in  everything  : 

So  take  the  old  love  tried  and  true 

On  from  the  old  year  to  the  new.  —  Anon, 

TV  /TAKE  new  friends  but  keep  the  old  ; 

Those  are  silver,  these  are  gold. 
New-made  friendships,  like  new  wine, 
Age  will  mellow  and  refine. 
Friendships  that  have  stood  the  test  — 
Time  and  change  —  are  surely  best ; 
Brow  may  wrinkle,  hair  grow  gray, 
Friendship  never  knows  decay.        —  Anon. 

A  LL  love  is  sweet, 

Given  or  returned.      Common  as  life  is  love, 
And  its  familiar  voice  wearies  not  ever.  —  Shelley, 

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"  " "  CANNOT  bring  you  wealth,"  she  said ; 

"  I  cannot  bring  you  fame  or  place 
Among  the  noted  of  the  race ; 
But  I  can  love  you. 

"  When  trials  come  to  test  you,  sweet, 
I  can  be  sunlight  to  your  feet ; 
My  kiss  your  precious  lips  shall  greet, 
Because  I  love  you. 

*J»  *|*  Jj*  ?J*  ^C  Jf*  ^K 

a  If  sickness  comes,  beside  your  bed 
I  will  bend  low  with  quiet  tread, 
And  pray  God's  blessing  on  your  head, 
Because  I  love  you. 

^»  ^f*  ^S  *T^  ^^  ^^  »^* 

"  Only  myself,  my  all,  I  bring ; 
But  count  it,  sweet,  a  precious  thing 
To  give  my  life  an  offering, 
Because  I  love  you." 

—  Sarah  K.  Bolton. 

"POR  life,  with  all  it  yields  of  joy  and  woe 

And  hope  and  fear, 
Is  just  our  chance  o'  the  prize  of  learning  love.  — 
How  love  might  be,  hath  been  indeed,  and  is. 

—  Robert  Broivning. 

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"  '~PHE  greatest  thing,''  says  some  one,  "  a  man 
can  do  for  his  Heavenly  Father  is  to  be 
kind  to  some  of  His  other  children."  I  wonder 
why  it  is  that  we  are  not  all  kinder  than  we  are  ? 
How  much  the  world  needs  it.  How  easily  it  is 
done.  How  instantaneously  it  acts.  How  infal- 
libly it  is  remembered.  How  superabundantly  it 
pays  itself  back  —  for  there  is  no  debtor  in  the 
world  so  honorable,  so  superbly  honorable  as  Love. 
u  Love  never  faileth."  Love  is  a  success,  Love  is 
happiness,  Love  is  life.  Where  Love  is,  God  is. 
He  that  dwelleth  in  love  dwelleth  in  God.  God  is 
love.  Therefore  love.  Without  distinction,  with- 
out calculation,  without  procrastination,  love. 

—  Henry  Drummond. 

'  I  "HE  more  we  love,  the  better  we  are  ;  and  the 
dearer  our  friendships  are,  the  dearer  we  are 
to  God.  —  'Jeremy  Taylor. 

TT  is  not  enough  to  have  moods  of  affectionate 
expression.  That  would  be  like  trusting  for 
our  water  to  an  intermittent  spring ;  the  thirst  will 
come  when  the  water  is  not  there.  The  habit  of 
love-ways  is  the  need.  —  Jfr%  q  Gannett. 

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CTRANGE  it  is  and  sad,  that  a  human  life 
should  so  often  miss  the  one  human  pre- 
ciousness  —  the  preciousness  of  love,  with  all  the 
sympathy,  all  the  compassion,  all  the  sustenance 
that  a  worthy  love  includes.  Strange  and  sad,  for 
you,  and  for  me,  if  we  have  so  missed  that  lasting 
good  ;  stranger  and  sadder  far  to  have  known  it 
and  lost  it.  —  Anon. 

f~PO  live  in  love  is  to  live  an  everlasting  youth. 
Whoever  enters  old  age  by  this  royal  road 
will  find  the  last  of  life  to  be  the  very  best  of  life. 
Instead  of  finding  himself  descending  the  hills  of 
life,  he  will  find  it  uphill  all  the  way,  into  clearer 
air.  There  the  vision  reaches  further;  here  the 
sunsets  are  more  golden  and  the  twilight  lasts 
longer.  —  Mary  A.  Livermore. 

T   OVE  is  not  love 

Which  alters  when  it  alteration  finds, 
Or  bends  with  the  remover  to  remove ; 
O  no ;  it  is  an  ever-fixed  mark, 
That  looks  on  tempests,  and  is  never  shaken ; 
It  is  whe  star  to  every  wandering  bark, 
Whose  worth's  unknown,  although  his  height  be 

taken.  —  Shakespeare. 

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'T'HERE  are  many  kinds  of  love,  as  many  kinds 
1     of  light, 
And  every  kind  of  love  makes  a  glory  in  the  night. 
There  is  love  that  stirs  the  heart,  and  love  that 

gives  it  rest, 
But  the  love  that  leads  life  upward  is  the  noblest 

and  the  best.  —  Henry  van  Dyke. 

/^\NCE  in  an  age  God  sends  to  some  of  us  a 
friend,  who  loves  in  us,  not  a  false  imagin- 
ing, an  unreal  character ;  but,  looking  through  all 
the  rubbish  of  our  imperfections,  loves  in  us  the 
divine  ideal  of  our  natures,  —  loves  not  the  man 
that  we  are,  but  the  angel  that  we  may  be.  Could 
a  mysterious  foresight  unveil  to  us  this  resurrection 
form  of  the  friends  with  whom  we  daily  walk,  com- 
passed about  with  mortal  infirmity,  we  would  follow 
them  with  faith  and  reverence  through  all  the  dis- 
guises of  human  thoughts  and  weaknesses,  u  wait- 
ing for  the  manifestations  of  the  sons  of  God." 

—  Harriet  Beecher  Stowe. 

OVE  is  the  greatest  of  human  affections,  and 
friendship  the  noblest  and  most  refined  im- 
provement of  love.  South. 

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HPHE  most  that  I  can  do  for  my  friend  is 
simply  to  be  his  friend.  I  have  no  wealth 
to  bestow  upon  him.  If  he  knows  that  I  am  happy 
in  loving  him  he  will  want  no  other  reward.  Is 
not  friendship  divine  in  this  ? 

—  Henry  D.  Thoreau. 


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HO  are  wise  in  love 
Love  most,  say  least. 

—  Alfred  Tennyson. 


"\"\7*E    love   only    partially    till    we    know    thor- 
oughly.     Grant  that  a  closer  acquaintance 
reveals  weakness,  it  will  also  reveal  strength. 

—  Harriet  Beecher  Stowe. 

OVE  veils  her  eyes  to   the   imperfections  of 
her  idol,  and  drinks   deep  draughts  from  the 
fount  of  trust.  Anon. 

\ZO\J  cannot  too  often  tell  your  friend  you  love 
him.  If  you  say,  "  I  have  told  him  once, 
and  he  ought  to  remember,"  you  are  as  foolish  as 
the  sun  would  be  in  saying,  "  I  shone  on  the  earth 
yesterday,  and  it  ought  to  remember." 

—  J.R.  Miller,  D.D. 

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A^7TRE  there  nothing  else 

For  which  to  praise   the  heavens   but  only 
love, 
Then  only  love  were  cause  enough  for  praise. 

—  Alfred  Tennyson. 

"  "      OVE    in   a   cottage "   is   laughed    at   by   very 
"judicious   people,"  but   it   is  a  very  sweet 
thing  by  the  side  of  indifference  in  a  palace. 

—  y.  G.  Ho/land. 

"\JOW  is  the  time  to  love,  and,  better  still, 

To  serve  our  loved  ones,  over  passing  ill 
To  rise  triumphant ;  thus  the  perfect  flower 
Of  life  shall  come  to  fruitage  :  wealth  amass 
For  grandest  giving  ere  the  time  be  gone. 
Be  glad  to-day,  to-morrow  may  bring  tears ; 
Be  brave  to-day,  the  darkest  night  will  pass, 
And  golden  rays  will  usher  in  the  dawn  : 
Who  conquers  now  shall  rule  the  coming  years. 

—  Sarah  K.  Bolton. 

\70\J  may  depend  upon    it    that    he  is  a  good 
man    whose    intimate    friends  are    all    good, 
and  whose  enemies  are  characters  decidedly  bad. 

—  Lavater. 
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r"PHE  lives  that  make  the  world  so  sweet 
Are  shy,  and  hide  like  humble  flowers  ; 
We  pass  them  by  with  our  careless  feet, 
Nor  dream  'tis  their  fragrance  fills  the  bower, 
And  cheers  and  comforts  us,  hour  by  hour. 

—  Anon. 

A  LL  that  I  know  is  that  you  are  to  me 
Wind  over  water,  star  on  the  sea. 
Dear  heart ! 
Near  heart ! 
Long  is  the  journey, 
Hard  is  the  tourney ; 
Would  I  could  be  by  your  side  when  you  fall  — 
Would  that  my  own  heart  could  suffer  it  all ! 

—  Edwin  Markham. 

'"THERE   is   no   man    imparteth  his  joys  to  his 
friend,  but  he  joyeth  the  more ;  and  no  man 
that  imparteth  his  griefs  to  his  friend,  but  he  grieveth 
the  less.  —  Bacon. 

A    FRIENDSHIP  that  makes  the  least  noise  is 
very  often  the  most  useful ;  for  which  reason 
I  should  prefer  a  prudent  friend  to  a  zealous  one. 

—  Addison. 
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A^REAT  hearts  have  largest   room  to  bless  the 

small ; 
Strong  natures  give  the  weaker  home  and  rest : 
So  Christ  took  little  children  to  his  breast, 

And,  with  a  reverence  more  profound,  we  fall 
In  majestic  presence  that  can  give 
Truth's  simplest  message  :  u  'Tis  by  love  we  live.'' 

—  Lucy  Larcom. 

IFE    is    to    be   fortified    by    many    friendships. 
To   love   and    be  loved,   is   the  greatest  hap- 
piness of  existence.  —  Sydney  Smith. 

'"TO  be  rich  in  friends  is  to  be  poor  in  nothing. 

—  Lilian  Whiting. 

["T  is  my  joy  in  life  to  find 
At  every  turning  of  the  road, 
The  strong  arm  of  a  comrade  kind 

To  help  me  onward  with  my  load: 
And  since  I  have  no  gold  to  give, 

And  love  alone  must  make  amends, 
My  only  prayer  is,  while  I  live, — 
God  make  me  worthy  of  my  friends  ! 

—  Frank  De?npster  Sherman. 
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IFE  may  to  you  bring  every  good, 
Which  from  a  Father's  hand  can  fall : 
But  if  true  lips  have  said  to  me, 
M  I  love  you/'  I  have  known  it  all. 

—  Pbcebe  Cary, 

A    DAY  for  toil,  an  hour  for  sport, 
But  for  a  friend  life  is  too  short. 

—  Ralph  Waldo  Emerson. 

\\  7HAT  seems  to  grow  fairer  to  me  as  life 
goes  by  is  the  love  and  grace  and  tender- 
ness of  it ;  not  its  wit  and  cleverness  and  grandeur 
of  knowledge  —  grand  as  knowledge  is  —  but  just 
the  laughter  of  little  children,  and  the  friendship 
of  friends,  and  the  cosey  talk  by  the  fire,  and  the 

sight  of  flowers,  and  the  sound  of  music. 

—  Anon. 

r  I  ^HERE  is   in   friendship   something  of   all   re- 
lations  and    something   above   them  all.       It 
is   the   golden  thread  that  ties  the  hearts  of  all  the 
world.  —Evelyn. 

PHE  language  of  friendship    is   not   words,  but 
meanings.      It    is    an    intelligence    above  lan- 
guage. —  Henry  Thoreau. 

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T^RUE  friends  have  no  solitary  joy  or  trouble. 

—  William  Ellery  Charming. 

T3URE  and  true  affection,  well  I  know, 

Leaves  in  the  heart  no  room  for  selfishness. 
When  we  love  perfectly,  for  its  own  sake 
We  love,  and  not  our  own  ;  being  ready  thus, 
Whatever  sacrifice  is  asked,  to  make  ; 
That  which  is  best  for  it  is  best  for  us. 

—  Southey. 

\  "K  7E  live  most  life,  whoever  breathes  most  air 

And    counts   his   dying    years    by   sun    and 
sea.   ... 
But  when  a  soul,  by  choice  and  conscience,  doth 
Throw  out  her  full  force  on  another  soul, 
The  conscience  and  the  concentration  both 
Make  mere  life,  Love.     For  Life  in  perfect,  whole 
And  air  consummated,  is  Love  in  sooth, 
As  nature's  magnet-heat  rounds  pole  with  pole. 

—  Elizabeth  Barrett  Broivning. 

OVE  is  a  greater  power  than  vested  might. 
Love  is  the  central  source  of  all  enduring  force. 
Love  is  the  law  that  sets  the  whole  world  right. 

—  Ella  Wheeler  Wilcox, 


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HTAKING  the  hand  of  his  friend,  who  still  was 

reluctant  and  doubtful, 
Holding  it  long  in  his  own,  and  pressing  it  kindly, 

he  added  : 
tt  Though  I  have  spoken  thus  lightly,  yet  deep  is 

the  feeling  that  prompts  me : 
Surely  you  cannot  refuse  when  I  ask  in  the  name 

of  our  friendship  !  " 
Then  made  answer  John  Alden:  "The  name  of 

friendship  is  sacred ; 
What  you  demand   in  that  name,  I  have  not  the 

power  to  deny  you  !  " 
So  the  strong  will  prevailed,  subduing  and  mould- 
ing the  gentler, 
Friendship  prevailed  over  love,  and  Alden  went  on 

his  errand.  __  Henry  IV.  Longfellow. 

A     FRIEND    shares    my  sorrow  and    makes    it 
but   a    moiety ;    but    he    swells    my   joy    and 
makes  it   double.  —  Jeremy  Taylor. 

VXTHATEVER  may  lie  beyond  us, 

The  lesson  this  earth  has  to  give 
Is,  learn  how  to  love  divinely, 

And  then  you  have  learned  to  live. 

—  Anon. 

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"  OVE  of  every  kind  is  God's  love."  In 
knowing  that  it  is  such,  human  love  be- 
comes most  sacred  and  solemn.  It  is  God's  heart 
that  throbs  in  ours  when  it  leaps  up  within  us  at  a 
sound  of  a  beloved  name,  at  the  pressure  of  a  hand, 
a  glance,  a  voice,  a  presence  which  is  like  music 
felt  along  all  the  chords  of  our  being.  ...  In 
His  own  glorious  way,  through  His  own  holy  in- 
spiration, we  know  what  it  is  to  love  one  another. 
Like  His,  our  love,  when  it  is  true,  is  no  self-seek- 
ing, but  a  perpetual  giving.  And  the  desire  to  bear 
a  blessing  to  any  soul  must  sooner  or  later  bring  us 
near  that  soul.  _  Lucy  Larcom. 

CAN  .  .  .  wish  for  you  the  things  I  hold  good 
things,  —  a  deep,  intense  love  for  one  higher 
and  stronger  than  yourself,  or  that  peace  and  joy 
which  come,  one  sees,  to  some  elect  natures  who 
have  got  rid  of  the  achings  and  yearnings  of  self, 
and  live  in  the  life  of  others. 

—  George  S.  Merriman. 

T^HE   happiness  of  love  is  in  action  ;  its  test  is 
what  one  is  willing  to  do  for  others. 

—  Lew  Wallace. 

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Hj*ROM  thee,  dear  heart,  I  learned  life's  truest 
song; 

Thy  voice  it  was  that  gave  it  early  birth, 
And  taught  me  first  of  life's  own  mystery. 
Though  heartless  time  my  punishment  prolong, 
Though  banished  to  the  farthest  spot  of  earth, 
Yet  sings  my  soul  forever,  love,  of  thee. 

—  William  R.  A.  Wilson. 


TN  every  pure,  true,  worthy   friend  whom  God 
gives  to  us,  He  sends  to  us  a  little  measure  of 
His  own  love  and  grace.      One  writes,  in  recogni- 
tion of  a  new  blessing  God  has  sent  :  — 
"  God  never  loved  me  in  so  sweet  a  wav  before  ; 

'Tis  he  alone  who  can  such  blessings  send  ; 
And  when  his  love  would  new  expression  find, 
He  brought   thee   to   me,  and   said,   '  Behold  a 
friend  ! '  " 


'"PRUE  love  is  that  which  the  pure  heart  hath 

known, 
Which  alters  not  with  time  or  death's  decay, 
Yielding  on  earth  earnest  of  Paradise. 

—  Michael  Angela. 
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'"PHERE  are  friends  who  are  to  us  like  a  great 
rock  in  a  weary  land.  We  flee  to  them  in 
the  heat  of  parching  days  and  rest  in  their  shadow. 
A  friend  in  whom  we  can  confide  without  fear  of 
disappointment ;  who,  we  are  sure,  will  never  fail 
us,  will  never  stint  his  love  in  serving  us,  who  al- 
ways has  healing  tenderness  for  the  hurt  of  our 
heart,  comfort  for  our  sorrows,  and  cheer  for  our 
discouragement  —  such  a  friend  is  not  only  a  rock 
of  shelter  for  us  in  time  of  danger  but  is  also  as 
rivers  of  water  in  a  thirsty  land,  when  our  hearts 
cry  out  for  life  and  love.   _  j  R   MiUer^  DD 

"  T'M  sorry  that  I  spelt  the  word, 

I  hate  to  go  above  you, 
Because,"  —  the  brown  eyes  lower  fell  — 
"  Because,  you  see,  I  love  you  !  " 

—  John  G.  Whhtier. 

T  OVE  is  not  getting,  but  giving ;  not  a  wild 
dream  of  pleasure,  and  a  madness  of  desire  — 
oh,  no,  love  is  not  that,  —  it  is  goodness  and  honor, 
and  peace  and  pure  living  —  yes,  love  is  that;  and 
it  is  the  best  thing  in  the  world,  and  the  thing  that 
lives  longest.  _  Henry  van  Dyh% 

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OVE  comforteth,  like  sunshine  after  rain. 

—  Shakespeare. 

T  WILL  tell  them,  dear, 

That  Love  reigns  —  a  King, 
Where  storms  cannot  reach  him, 

And  words  cannot  sting ; 
He  counts  it  dishonor 

His  faith  to  recall ; 
He  trusts ;  —  and  for  ever 

He  gives  —  and  gives  all ! 

—  Adelaide  A.  Procter. 


FRIENDSHIP,  a  star 

Which  moves  not  mid  the  morning  heavens 
alone, 
A  smile  among  dark  frowns,  —  a  gentle  tone 
Among  rude  voices,  a  beloved  light, 
A  solitude,  a  refuge,  a  delight.  Shelley. 


T^RIENDSHIP    is   love,  without  either  flowers 
or  veil.  _  7.  Q.  and  A.  W.  Hare. 


\  \  /"HEN  we  climb  to  heaven,  'tis  on  the  rounds 
Of  love  to  men.  —  J/jce  Qary. 

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TF  I  have  any  joys  when  thou  art  absent, 
I  grudge  it  to  myself:   methinks  I  rob 
Thee  of  thy  part.  __  j^^ 


TT  is   not  because   your   heart    is    mine  —  mine 
only  — 

Mine  alone ; 
It  is  not  because  you  chose  me,  weak  and  lonely, 

For  your  own ; 
Not  because  the  earth  is  fairer,  and  the  skies 

Spread  above  you 
Are  more  radiant  for  the  shining  of  your  eyes  — 

That  I  love  you  ! 

******* 

But   because   this    human    Love,  though   true   and 
sweet  — 

Yours  and  mine  — 
Has  been  sent  by  Love  more  tender,  more  complete, 

More  divine ; 
That  it  leads  our  hearts  to  rest  in  Heaven, 

Far  above  you ; 
Do  I  take  you  as  a  gift  that  God  has  given  — 

And  I  love  you  ! 

—  Adelaide  A.  Procter. 
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A  LL  the  joy  which  does  not  fade  is  that  which 

grows  from  self-sacrifice. 

—  A.  H.  Bradford. 

"  OVE  :  "  Love  is  the  everlasting  worker  of 
miracles.  When  all  seems  hopeless,  and  the 
soul  is  descending  upon  the  road  that  has  no  turning, 
let  it  be  awakened  by  love,  and  immediately  all  the 
forces  of  the  spiritual  world  converge  upon  it  to 
lift  it  toward  God.  Love  is  the  saviour,  love  is 
the  perpetual  wonder  of  life. 

—  Edward  Howard  Griggs. 

TT  is  good  to  have  a  friend,  but  it  is  better  to  be 
a  friend.  The  gain  of  being  unselfishly  loved 
and  sympathized  with  and  cheered  and  helped,  is 
not  to  be  compared  with  the  gain  of  unselfishly 
loving  and  sympathizing  with  and  helping  and 
cheering  another.  No  glad  incoming  to  one's 
heart  from  without  can  uplift  and  enlarge  it  like 
the  expansive  force  of  generous  and  self-forgetting 
love,  out-working  from  within.  Anon. 

COUNT  myself  in  nothing  else  so  happy 
As  in  a  soul  remembering  my  good  friends. 

—  Shakespeare. 
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AT 7"ITH  my  love  this  knowledge  too  was  given, 
Which  each  calm  day  doth  strengthen  more 
and  more, 
That  they  who  love  are  but  one  step  from  Heaven. 

—  yames  Russell  Lowell. 

EARN  that  to  love  is  the  one  way  to  know 
Or  God  or  Man  ;  it  is  not  love  received 
That  maketh  man  to  know  the  inner  life 
Of  them  that  love  him ;  his  own  love  bestowed 

Shall  do  it. 

—  Jean  Ingelow. 

IF  any  little  love  of  mine 

May  make  a  life  the  sweeter, 
If  any  little  care  of  mine 

May  make  a  friend's  the  fleeter, 
If  any  lift  of  mine  may  ease 

The  burden  of  another, 
God  give  me  love  and  care  and  strength 
To  help  my  toiling  brother.         — Anon. 

PHEY  who  prove  the  strength  of  love 

Grow  younger  and  more  young 

For  forty  years  !    _  Edward  Everett  Hale. 

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A  ND  thus  from  day  to  day  we  live, 
From  others  take,  to  others  give, 
So  live  that  they  who  meet  with  thee 
May  better,  truer,  nobler  be. 

—  E.  B.  Montreux. 

HHRULY  it  has  been  said,  a  loving  heart  is  the 
beginning  of  all  knowledge.         Carlyle. 

\XT  E  are  never  too  old  to  make  noo  frien's. 
Frien'ship  don't  depend  on  age,  but  on  the 
kind  of  a  feller  you  are.  A  man  should  keep  a 
boy's  heart,  an'  he'll  make  frien's  like  a  boy,  I 
don't  care  how  long    his  whiskers    are,  ner  how 

gray«  —  Judson  Ke?npton. 

A  ND  when  is  love  at  its  richest  ? 
When  most  it  has  given  away. 
And  what  is  the  tongue  love  useth  ? 
The  love  that  it  cannot  say. 

—  H.  I.  D.  Ryder. 

OVE,  .  .   .  must  needs  be  true, 
To  what  is  loveliest  upon  earth. 

—  Alfred  Tennyson. 
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'"PHEY  were  happy,  blessed  as  two  people  must 
be  who  love  with  all  their  hearts  and  trust 
each  other  from  the  inmost  depths  of  their  souls. 
That  their  life  was  all  smooth  I  do  not  aver;  but 
it  was  like  what  learned  men  tell  us  of  the  great 
ocean.  The  storms  only  troubled  its  surface,  and 
came  from  extraneous  agencies,  such  as  no  life  is 
free  from.  In  its  deepest  depths  was  a  perpetual 
calm.  —  Dinah  Mulock  Craik, 

OVE  is  come  with  a  song  and  a  smile. 
Welcome  Love  with  a  smile  and  a  song ; 
Love  can  stay  but  a  little  while. 
Why  cannot  he  stay  ?     They  call  him  away  : 
Ye  do  him  wrong,  ye  do  him  wrong ; 
Love  will  stay  for  a  whole  life  long. 

—  Alfred  Tennyson, 

TF  love  is  not  worth  loving,  then  life  is  not  worth 
living, 
Nor  aught  is  worth  remembering,  but  well  forgot ; 
For  store  is  not  worth  storing  and  gifts  are  not 
worth  giving, 

If  love  is  not. 

—  Christina  Rossetti. 

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TNLESS  you  can  think,  when  the  song  is  done, 
No  other  is  soft  in  the  rhythm ; 
Unless  you  can  feel,  when  left  by  One 

That  all  men  else  go  with  him ; 
Unless  you  can  know  when  upraised  by  his  breath 

That  your  beauty  itself  wants  proving  ; 
Unless  you  can  swear  —  "  For  life,  for  death  !  " 
Oh,  fear  to  call  it  loving ! 

Unless  you  can  muse  in  a  crowd  all  day, 

On  the  absent  face  that  fixed  you ; 
Unless  you  can  love  as  the  angels  may, 

With  the  breadth  of  heaven  betwixt  you ; 
Unless  you  can  dream  that  his  faith  is  fast, 

Through  behooving  and  unbehooving ; 
Unless  you  can  die  when  the  dream  is  past, — 
Oh,  fear  to  call  it  loving. 

—  Elizabeth  Barrett  Browning. 


CO  much  we  miss 

If  love  is  weak,  so  much  we  gain 
If  love  is  strong,  God  thinks  no  pain 
Too  sharp  or  lasting  to  ordain 

To  teach  us  this. 

—  Helen  Hunt  Jackson. 
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T/^IND  messages,  that  pass  from  land  to  land; 
Kind  letters  that  betray  the  heart's  deep  history, 
In  which  we  feel  the  pressure  of  a  hand, — 
One  touch  of  fire,  —  and  all  the  rest  is  Mystery. 

—  Henry  IV.  Longfelloiv. 

"\7"ES,  Love  indeed  is  light  from  Heaven, 

A  spark  of  that  immortal  fire. 
With  angels  shared,  by  Allah  given, 
To  lift  from  earth  our  low  desire. 
Devotion  wafts  the  soul  above, 
But  Heaven  itself  descends  in  Love. 
A  feeling  from  the  Godhead  caught, 
To  wean  from  self  each  sordid  thought ! 
A  ray  of  Him  who  formed  the  whole ; 
A  glory  circling  round  the  soul  ! 

—  Lord  Byron. 

IF  we  love  God,  we  know  what  loving  is, 

For  love  is  God's,  He  sent  it  to  the  earth, 
Half  human,  half  divine,  all  glorious, — 
Half  human,  half  divine,  but  wholly  His  ; 
Not  loving  God,  we  know  not  love's  true  worth, 
We  taste  not  the  great  gift  He  gave  to  us. 

—  Alaurice  Francis  Egan. 
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"M"EVER  was  a  sincere  word  utterly  lost.     Never 
a  magnanimity  fell  to  the  ground,  but  there 
is  some  heart  to  greet  and  accept  it  unexpectedly. 

—  Ralph  JValdo  Emerson. 

PHOSE  who  would  make  friends  must  culti- 
vate the  qualities  which  are  admired  and 
which  attract.  .  .  .  You  must  cultivate  gener- 
osity and  large-heartedness  ;  you  must  be  magnani- 
mous and  tolerant;  .  .  .  you  must  look  upward 
and  be  hopeful,  cheery  and  optimistic.  No  one  will 
be  attracted  by  a  gloomy  pessimist.  ...  If  you 
have  friends,  don't  be  afraid  to  express  your  friend- 
ship ;  don't  be  afraid  to  tell  them  you  admire  or 
love  them.  ...  A  lady  was  asked  how  she 
managed  to  get  along  so  well  with  disagreeable 
people.  "  It  is  very  simple,"  she  replied  ;  "  all  I 
do  is  to  try  to  make  the  most  of  their  good  qualities 
and  pay  no  attention  to  their  disagreeable  ones." 
No  better  formula  by  which  to  win  and  hold 
friends  could  be  found.  Success, 

"        OVE  is  delicate ;  Love  is  hurt  with  jar  or 
fret,"  and  you  might  as  well  expect  a  violin 
to  remain  in  tune  if  roughly  used,  as  Love  to  sur- 
vive if  chilled  or  driven  into  itself.       —  Anon, 

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A    FRIEND,  —  it  is  another  name  for  God, 
Whose  love  inspires  all  love,  is  all  in  all ; 
Profane  it  not,  lest  lowest  shame  befall. 

Lucy  Larcom. 

"OELOVED,  let  us  love  so  well 

Our  work  shall  still  be  better  for  our  love. 
And  still  our  love  be  sweeter  for  our  work  ! 

—  Elizabeth  Barrett  Browning. 


I 


CANNOT  find  a  truer  word 
Nor  fonder  to  caress  you ; 
Nor  song  of  poem  I  have  heard 

Is  sweeter  than  "  God  bless  you  ! " 


God  bless  you  !    so  I  breathe  a  charm 
Lest  Grief's  dark  night  oppress  you. 

Then  how  can  Sorrow  bring  you  harm 
If  'tis  God's  way  to  bless  you. 

And  so,  not  "  All  thy  days  be  fair, 

And  shadows  touch  thee  never," 

But  this  alone  —  God  bless  you,  dear! 

So  thou  art  safe  forever. 

—  Julia  A.  Baker. 

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'"THOSE  that  we  love  most  are  always  the  ones 

Henry  van  Dyke. 


that  we  have  known  best. 


'"PHIS  perhaps  was  love  — 

To  have  its  hands  too  full  of  gifts  to  give  — 
For  putting  out  a  hand  to  take  a  gift. 

—  Elizabeth  Barrett  Browning. 


T^RIENDSHIP  consists   in  being  a  friend,   not 
in  having  a  friend.  _  Trumbull. 


/^*IVE  it!  Give  it!  whether  the  object  of  your 
friendship  becomes  a  friend  or  not.  It  is  a 
most  hindering  error  to  suppose  that  two  are  re- 
quired for  friendship.  The  most  enriching  friend- 
ships of  all  time  have  been  lonely  ones.  Be  you 
a  friend.  —  Amos  R.  Wells. 


u_y   OVE 

That  life  and  death  are  fashioned  of, 
From  the  first  breath  that  burns/' 

Friendship  is  love  without  his  wings. 

—  Byron. 

3° 


T^RIENDSHIP  — our    friendship —  is    like    the 

beautiful  shadows  of  evening, 
Spreading  and  growing  till  life  and  its  light  pass 

away.  —  Michael  Vitkovics. 


"FRIENDSHIP  is  the  greatest  luxury  of  life. 

—  Edward  Everett  Hale. 


T^RIENDSHIP,  like  love,  must  be  largely  taken 
"  for  better,  for  worse."  It  is  idle  to  "  throw 
over "  a  friend  who  in  many  ways  gives  you 
pleasant  and  agreeable  companionship,  because, 
indeed,  you  discover  faults  not  at  first  perceived. 
If  one  waits  to  find  perfection  in  his  friend,  he  will 
probably  wait  long  and  die  unfriended  at  last. 

—  Lilian  Whiting. 

"  A  FRIEND  loveth  at  all  times"  (Prov.  17:  17). 
That  is  a  test  of  a  true  friend,  —  that  he 
loves  at  all  times.  When  a  man  is  prosperous 
and  popular,  seeming  friends  are  numerous.  It  is 
not  easy  for  him,  it  may  not  be  easy  for  some  of 
them,  to  tell  how  sincere  the  friendship  is.  But 
in  the  time  of  darkness  the  stars  of  friendship 
shine  brightest.  — Endeavor  World. 

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"CpACH  day,  beloved,  I  think  I  love  thee  more 

Than  any  day  that  we  have  ever  known, 
But  less  than  that  which  is  to  come. 
What  will  it  matter  then,  in  after  years, 
The  furrowed  cheek,  or  ever-whitening  hair, 
If  always  Love  grows  stronger,  more  serene  ! 
Think  in  our  hearts  what  precious  memories  live, 
Not  one  of  mine  which  is  not  also  thine, 
Binding  the  old  bonds  closer  every  day, 
Weaving  new  links  in  Life's  bright  golden  chain  ! 
We  shall  grow  old  and  weak,  with  feeble  steps, 
But  closer  every  day,  our  clasping  hands, 
Since  every  day,  beloved,  I  love  thee  more 
Than  any  day  that  we  have  ever  known, 
Yet  less  than  that  which  is  to  come.      Anon, 

T)E  mine  some  simple  service  here  below, — 

To  weep  with  those  who  weep,  their  joys  to 
share, 
Their  pain  to  solace,  or  their  burdens  bear. 

—  Edward  Everett  Hale. 

THERE'S   nae  power  in   Heaven  or  airth   like 
love.     It    makes    the   weak    strong    and   the 
dumb   tae  speak.  _  jan  Maclaren. 

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/^~\NE  measure  of  a  man's  greatness  is  his  capacity 
for  love.  Let  us  not  be  afraid  of  loving 
too  much.  That  is  what  God  made  hearts  for, 
and  unless  they  are  exercising  this  capacity,  we 
may  be  sure  there  is  something  vitally  wrong  with 
them.  For  I  believe  hearts,  like  bodies,  can  only 
be  kept  in  perfect  condition  by  exercise.  Neither 
let  us  be  afraid  of  expressing  our  love.  Too  often 
it  is  like  the  talent  wrapped  within  a  napkin.  We 
are  so  chary  of  giving  it  expression,  that  it  is 
hidden  away,  ofttinies  entirely  unguessed  by  its 
object.  Alas  !  that  so  much  of  kindly  sympathy 
and  loving  appreciation  are  withheld,  until,  too  late, 
they  fall  upon  ears  that  hear  not  and  hearts  forever 
stilled !  —  Leila  L.  Topping. 

'  I  "HERE  is  as  yet  no  culture,  no  method  of  prog- 
ress known  to  men,  that  is  so  rich  and  com- 
plete as  that  which  is  ministered  by  a  truly  great 
friendship.  — Phillips  Brooks. 

n^WICE  blest  whose  lives  are  faithful  prayers, 

Whose  loves  in  higher  love  endure  ; 

What  souls  possess  themselves  so  pure  ? 

Or  is  their  blessedness  like  theirs  ? 

—  Alfred  Tennyson. 

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/^OME  to  me,  dearest,  I'm  lonely  without  thee, 
Daytime  and  night-time,  I'm  thinking  about 
thee ; 
Night-time  and  daytime,  in  dreams  I  behold  thee; 
Unwelcome  the  waking  which  ceases  to  fold  thee. 
Come  to  me,  darling,  my  sorrows  to  lighten, 
Come  in  thy  beauty  to  bless  and  to  brighten  ; 
Come  in  thy  womanhood,  meekly  and  lowly, 
Come  in  thy  lovingness,  queenly  and  holy. 

******* 

You  have  been  glad  when  you  knew  I  was  gladdened ; 
Dear,  are  you  sad  now  you  hear  I  am  saddened  ? 
Our  hearts  ever  answer  in  tune  and  in  time,  love, 
As  octave  to  octave,  and  rhyme  unto  rhyme,  love : 
I  cannot  weep  but  your  tears  will  be  flowing, 
You  cannot  smile  but  my  cheek  will  be  glowing; 
I  would  not  die  without  you  at  my  side,  love, 
You  will  not  linger  when  I  shall  have  died,  love. 

—  'Joseph  Brennan. 

T    IVE   not  without   a    friend :    the  Alpine  rock 

must  own 
Its  mossy  grace  or  else  be  nothing  but  a  stone. 

—  W.  W.  Story. 

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IFE  is  not  a  holiday,  but  an  education.  And 
the  one  eternal  lesson  for  us  all  is  bow 
better  can  ive  love.  What  makes  a  man  a  good 
artist,  a  good  sculptor,  a  good  musician  ?  Prac- 
tice. What  makes  a  good  man  ?  Practice ; 
nothing  else.  There  is  nothing  capricious  about 
religion.  We  do  not  get  the  soul  in  different  ways, 
under  different  laws,  from  those  in  which  we  get 
the  body  and  the  mind.  If  a  man  does  not  exer- 
cise his  arm  lie  develops  no  biceps  muscle ;  and 
if  a  man  does  not  exercise  his  soul,  he  acquires 
no  muscle  of  soul,  no  strength  of  character,  no 
vigor  of  moral  fibre,  nor  beauty  of  spiritual  growth. 
Love  is  not  a  thing  of  enthusiastic  emotion.  It 
is  a  rich,  strong,  vigorous  expression  of  the  whole 
round  Christian  character  —  the  Christlike  nature 
in  its  fullest  development.  And  the  constituents 
of  this  great  character  are  only  to  be  built  up  by 
ceaseless  practice.  —  Henry  Drummond. 

*T^HE  world  goes  by. 

We  still  have  each  other,  my  friend  and  I, 
We  yet  have  each  other,  on  sea  or  shore, 
Can  mortal  desire  a  joy  the  more  ? 

—  Margaret  Sangster. 

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"  A 1  THAT  means  the  voice  of  life  ?  "   she  an- 
swered, "  Love  !  " 
For  love  is  life,  and  they  who  do  not  love 
Are  not  alive.     But  every  soul  that  loves 
Lives  in  the  heart  of  God  and  hears  Him  speak. 

—  Henry  van  Dyke. 

jDECAUSE  I  love  you,  dear,— 

Because  my  heart  sings  all  day  long, 
A  song  of  love,  a  new  sweet  song, 
I  find  I  love  the  whole  world  more. 

Because  I  love  you,  dear, — 
I  love  the  little  ones  I  pass, 
And  see,  in  each  dear  lad  and  lass 

The  flower  of  love  like  ours,  dear  heart. 

Because  I  love  you,  dear, — 

I'm  tenderer  than  I  have  ever  been, 
The  thought  of  you  comes  in  between 

Me  and  an  impulse  less  than  true. 

Because  I  love  you,  dear,  — 

Ah  !  what  in  all  the  world  is  there 
I  cannot  suffer,  cannot  dare  ? 

Because  you're  all  the  world  to  me. 

—  Anon. 

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I 


KNOW  now  that  it  is  by  loving,  and  not  by- 
being  loved,  that  one  can  come  nearest  the 
soul  of  another ;  yea,  that  where  two  love,  it  is 
the  love  of  each  other,  and  not  being  beloved  by 
each  other,  that  originates  and  perfects  and  assures 
their  blessedness.  I  know  that  love  gives  to  him 
that  loveth  power  over  any  soul  beloved,  even  if 
that  soul  know  him  not,  bringing  him  inwardly 
close  to  that  spirit;  a  power  that  cannot  but  be 
for  good  ;  for  in  proportion  as  selfishness  intrudes 
the  love  ceases,  and  the  power  that  springs  there- 
from dies.  _  George  Macdonald. 


TN  peace  love  tunes  the  shepherd's  reed ; 
In  war  he  mounts  the  warrior's  steed ; 
In  halls  in  gay  attire  is  seen ; 
In  hamlets  dances  on  the  green. 
Love  rules  the  court,  the  camp,  the  grove, 
And  men  below,  and  saints  above ; 
For  love  is  heaven,  and  heaven  is  love. 

—  Sir  Walter  Scott. 


L 


OVE  can  sun  the  Realms  of  Night. 

—  Schiller. 

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/^H,  let  us  not  wait  to  be  just,  or  pitiful,  or 
demonstrative  toward  those  we  love  until 
they  are  struck  down  by  illness  or  threatened  with 
death.  Lire  is  short,  and  we  never  have  too  much 
time  for  gladdening  the  hearts  of  those  who  are 
traveling  the  dark  journey  with  us.  Oh,  be  swift 
to  love,  make  haste  to  be  kind. 

—  AmiePs  Journal. 


OVE  is  the  only  good  in  the  world. 
Henceforth  be  loved  as  heart  can  love, 
Or  brain  devise,  or  hand  approve. 

—  Robert  Browning. 


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The 

Companionship 

of 

Friendship 


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And  who  will  walk  a  mile  with  me 

Along  life's  weary  way  ?  .  .  . 

A  friend  who  knows  and  dares  to  sav 

J 

The  brave  sweet  words  that  cheer  the  way 
Where  he  walks  a  mile  with  me. 

—  Henry  van  Dyke. 

For  me  no  blessing  in  the  power  of  fate 
Can  be  compared,  in  sanity  of  mind, 
To  friends  of  rich  companionable  kind. 

—  Horace. 


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jOU  and  I,  darling,  just  you  and  I  ! 
P     Never  weary  of  each  other,  under 
any  sky  ; 
You  and  I,  beloved,  only,  and  we're 
never  dull  or  lonely, 
As  we  talk,  or    are  we  silent,  and  the  day  goes 
drifting  by.  — Margaret  Sangster. 


(~\  FRIEND,  my  bosom  said, 

^^^    Through  thee  alone  the  sky  is  arched, 

Through  thee  the  rose  is  red, 

All  things  through  thee  take  nobler  form 
And  look  beyond  the  earth,  — 

The  mill-round  of  our  fate  appears, 
A  sun-path  in  thy  worth. 

Me,  too,  thy  nobleness  has  taught 
To  master  my  despair ; 

The  fountains  of  my  hidden  life 
Are  through  thy  friendship  fair. 

—  Ralph  Waldo  Emerson. 
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T^HIS  is  my  dream,  to  have  you  on  a  day 

Of  beating  rain  and  sullen  clouds  of  gloom 

Here  with  me,  in  the  old,  familiar  room, 
Watching  the  logs  beneath  the  flames'  swift  play 

Burst  into  strange  conceits  of  bud  and  bloom. 

The  things  we  know  about  us  here  and  there, 
The  books  we  love,  half  read,  on  floor  and  knee, 
The  stein  the  Dutchman  brought  from  oversea 

Standing  invitingly  beside  your  chair, 

The  while  we  quote  and  talk  and  —  disagree ; 

Rebuild  the  castles  that  we  reared  in  Spain, 
Reread  the  poet  that  our  childhood  knew, 
With  eyes  that  meet  when  some  quaint  thought 
rings  true. 
Oh,  friend,   for  some  such  day  of  cheer  and  rain, 
Books,  and  the  dear  companionship  of  you  ! 

—  Theodosia  Garrison. 


TWO  are  better  than  one ;  because  they  have  a 
good  reward  for  their  labor.  For  if  they  fall, 
the  one  will  lift  up  his  fellow :  but  woe  to  him 
that  is  alone  when  he  falleth ;  for  he  hath  not 
another  to  help  him  up.  — Ecclesiastes. 

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/^ROW  old  along  with  me  ! 
The  best  is  yet  to  be, 
The  last  of  life  for  which  the  first  was  made  ; 
Our  times  are  in  His  hand 
Who  saith  "  A  whole  I  planned, 

Youth  shows  but   half;  trust  God  :   see  all,  nor 
be  afraid  !  "  __  £^r,  Browning. 

"OUT,  after  all,  the  very  best  thing  in  good  talk, 
and  the  thing  that  helps  it  most,  is  friendship. 
Now  it  dissolves  the  barriers  that  divide  us,  and 
loosens  all  constraint,  and  diffuses  itself  like  some 
fine  old  cordial  through  all  the  veins  of  life —  this 
feeling  that  we  understand  and  trust  each  other, 
and  wish  each  other  heartily  well  !  Everything 
into  which  it  really  comes  is  good.  It  transforms 
letter  writing  from  a  task  into  a  pleasure.  It 
makes  music  a  thousand  times  more  sweet.  The 
people  who  play  and  sing  not  at  us,  but  to  us, — 
how  delightful  it  is  to  listen  to  them  !  Yes,  there 
is  a  talkability  that  can  express  itself  even  with- 
out words.  There  is  an  exchange  of  thought  and 
feeling  which  is  happy  alike  in  speech  and  in 
silence.      It  is  quietness   pervaded  with   friendship. 

—  Henry  van  Dyke. 
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'TWO  good  friends  had  Hiawatha, 
Singled  out  from  all  the  others, 
Bound  to  him  in  closest  union, 
And  to  whom  he  gave  the  right  hand 
Of  his  heart  in  joy  and  sorrow. 

—  Henry  W.  Longfellow. 

/^OOD    companionship  has  only  blessings  and 
benediction  for  a  life.     There  have  been  mere 
chance  meetings,  just  for  a  moment,  which  have 
left  blessings  whose  influence  shall  never  perish. 

"  There  was  a  smile 
Which  out  of  her  eyes'  blue  heaven  fell 

As  the  sunbeams  dart. 
The  beautiful  smile  fell  into  my  heart, 
And,  falling,  was  folded  in  love's  sweet  shell, 
And  the  beautiful  smile  became  a  song 

In  my  heart." 

Words,  thoughts,  songs,  kindly  deeds,  the  power 
of  example,  the  inspiration  of  noble  things,  drop 
out  of  the  heaven  of  pure  friendship  into  the  depths 
of  the  heart,  and,  falling,  are  folded  there  and  be- 
come beautiful  gems  and  holy  adornments  in  the 
life.  —J.R.  Miller. 

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HPHE  friends  thou  hast,  and  their  adoption  tried, 
Grapple  them  to  thy  soul  with  hooks  of  steel. 

—  Shakespeare. 


TTOW  few  take  time  for  friendship  !  How  few 
plan  for  it !  It  is  treated  as  a  haphazard, 
fortuitous  thing.  May  good  luck  send  us  friends  ; 
we  will  not  go  after  them.  May  favoring  fortune 
bind  our  friendships  ;  we  will  take  no  stitches  our- 
selves. Review  yesterday,  and  all  your  yesterdays. 
Did  they  open  with  any  thought  for  friendship, — 
its  pursuit,  its  retention,  its  glorification  ?  Yet 
friendship  requires  painstaking.  No  art  is  so  diffi- 
cult, no  craft  so  arduous.  Roll  a  ball  of  clay 
and  expect  it  to  become  a  rose  in  your  hand,  but 
never  expect  an  acquaintanceship,  without  care 
and  thought,  to  blossom  into   friendship. 

—  Amos  R.  Wells. 


o 


LD  books,  old  wine,  old  nankeen  blue, 
All  things,  in  short,  to  which  belong 
The    charm,     the     grace     that     Time     makes 


strong 


All  these  I  prize,  but  (entre  nous) 

Old  friends  are  best.  —  Austin  Dobson. 

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OVE  is  flowerlike ; 
Friendship  is  like  a  sheltering  tree. 

—  S.   T.  Coleridge. 


(COMPANIONSHIP  is  founded  upon  trust.  In 
John's  life  how  charmingly  it  is  illustrated  ! 
Jesus  and  John,  presumably  cousins  after  the 
natural  man,  were  congenial  spirits.  Each  had 
well-nigh  perfect  confidence  in  the  other.  No 
example  of  close  friendship  between  two  men 
can  equal  this  one.  They  were  companions  most 
companionable.  Who  can  tell  how  much  com- 
fort and  enjoyment  Jesus  derived  from  John's 
noble,  rich  life  ?  —  Zion's  Herald, 

(~\F  all  felicities,  the  most  charming  is  that  of  a 
firm  and  gentle  friendship.  It  sweetens  all 
our  cares,  dispels  our  sorrows,  and  counsels  us  in 
all  extremities.  Nay,  if  there  were  no  other  com- 
fort in  it  than  the  bare  exercise  of  so  generous  a 
virtue,  even  for  that  single  reason  a  man  would 
not  be  without  it.  Seneca. 

r~PHE  only  rose  without  a  thorn  is  friendship. 

—  Mile,  de  Scud'ery. 

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TVTOT  only  does  friendship  introduce  daylight  in 
the  understanding  out  of  darkness  and  con- 
fusion of  thoughts  \  it  maketh  a  fair  day  in  the 
affections  from  storm  and  tempests  :  in  consulta- 
tion with  a  friend  a  man  tosseth  his  thoughts  more 
easily ;  he  marshalleth  them  more  orderly  ;  he  seeth 
how  they  look  when  they  are  turned  into  words  ; 
finally,  he  waxeth  wiser  than  himself,  and  that 
more  by  an  hour's  discourse  than  by  a  day's 
meditation.  —  Bacon. 

~VX  7"E  must,  moreover,  be  as  careful  to  keep 
friends  as  to  make  them.  If  every  one 
knew  what  one  said  of  the  other,  Pascal  assures 
us  that  M  there  would  not  be  four  friends  in  the 
world."  This  I  hope  and  think  is  too  strong,  but 
at  any  rate  try  to  be  one  of  the  four,  and  when 
you  have  made  a  friend,  keep  him.  "  Hast  thou  a 
friend,"  says  an  Eastern  proverb,  u  visit  him  often, 
for  thorns  and  brushwood  obstruct  the  road  which 
no  one  treads."  The  affection  should  not  be  mere 
"  tents  of  a  night."  __  Sir  John  Lubbock. 

f\H,  be  my  friend,  and  teach  me  to  be  thine  ! 

—  Ralph  JValdo  Emerson. 
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*~PHERE  is,  after  all,  something  in  these  trifles 
that  friends  bestow  upon  each  other  which  is 
an  unfailing  indication  of  the  place  the  giver  holds 
in  the  afFections.  I  would  believe  that  one  who 
preserved  a  lock  of  my  hair,  a  simple  flower,  or 
any  trifle  of  my  bestowing  loved  me,  though  no 
show  was  made  of  it :  while  all  the  protestations 
in  the  world  would  not  win  my  confidence  in  one 
who  set  no  value  on  such  little  things. 

Trifles  they  may  be ;  but  it  is  by  such  that 
character  and  disposition  are  oftenest  revealed. 

—  Washington  Irving. 

"FRIENDSHIP  is  steady  and  peaceful;  not 
much  jealousy  and  no  heart-burnings. 

It  strengthens  with  time,  and  survives  the  small- 
pox and  a  wooden  leg. 

It  doubles  our  joys,  divides  our  griefs,  and 
warms  our  lives  with  a  steady  flame. 

—  Charles  Reade. 

\  "\  ^ELL-CHOSEN  friendship,  the  most  noble 

Of  virtues,  all  our  joys  makes  double 

And  into  halves  divides  our  trouble. 

—  Den  ham. 

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/ 


• 


"    A    FRIEND  —  the  first  person  who  comes  in 
when  all  the  world  has  gone  out." 

AM  no  friend  to  purely  psychological  attach- 
ments. In  some  unknown  future  they  may  be 
satisfying,  but  in  the  present  I  want  your  words 
and  your  voice,  with  your  thoughts,  your  looks, 
and  your  gestures  to  interpret  your  feelings.  The 
warm,  strong  grasp  of  Greatheart's  hand  is  as  dear 
to  me  as  the  steadfast  fashion  of  his  friendships. 

—  Henry  van  Dyke. 

DE  slow  in  choosing  a   friend,  slower  in   chang- 
ing*  —  Benjamin  Franklin. 

"\  \  THEN  are  we  old  ?  and  how  and  where, 

When  gray  hairs  steal  in  unaware  ? 
May  it  be  known  by  signs  of  care, 
Or  children's  children  here  and  there  ? 

*■»*...  -j*  i&M  jg  >i»  -\  ■■ 

^^  ^*  ^*  ^*  *^  ^* 

'Tis  by  the  heart  the  secret's  told, 
'Tis  by  the  smile  we're  young  or  old, 
'Tis  as  the  life  its  joy  shall  hold, 
It  is  the  laugh  reveals  the  soul. 

—  y.  IV.  Sanderson. 
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HPHE  face  of  a  friend  !      How  it  shines    in  the 
darkness 

That  often  assails  us  !       How  preciously  near 
It  seems,  when  the  trial  of  long,  long  denial 

Has  made  the  sweet  blessing  unspeakably  dear ! 

The  heart  is  consoled,  and  is  lonely  no  longer, 

Its  terrors  and  tremors  are  all  at  an  end, 
And  the  way  that  was  dreary  becomes  bright  and 
cheery, 

Illumined  at  once  by  the  face  of  a  friend. 

—  Anon. 


A    FRIEND  is  a  person  with  whom  I  may  be 
sincere.     Before  him,  I  may  think  aloud. 

—  Ralph  Waldo  Emerson. 

"  POR  age  is  the  chilling  of  heart ; 

And  thine,  as  mine  can  tell, 
Is  as  young  and  warm  as  when  first  we  heard 

The  sound  of  our  bridal  bell !  " 
I  turned  and  kissed  her  ripe  red  lips  : 

"  Let  time  do  its  worst  on  me, 
If  in  my  soul,  my  Love,  my  Faith, 

I  never  seem  old  to  thee  !  "    Jr/0  Bates. 

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r  I AHE  whole  secret  of  remaining  young  in  spite 
of  years,  and  even  of  gray  hairs,  is  to  cherish 
enthusiasm  in  one's  self,  by  poetry,  by  contempla- 
tion, by  charity  —  that  is,  in  fewer  words,  by  the 
maintenance  of  harmony  in  the  soul. 

—  AmieFs  ^Journal. 

TN  the  hour  of  distress  and  misery  the  eye  of 
every  mortal  turns  to  friendship ;  in  the  hour 
of  gladness  and  conviviality,  what  is  our  want?  It 
is  friendship.  When  the  heart  overflows  with 
gratitude,  or  with  any  other  sweet  and  sacred  senti- 
ment, what  is  the  word  to  which  it  would  give 
utterance  ?      A  friend.  —  Walter  S.  Landor. 

f~\  NEVER  mind  the  months  and  days ; 

The  things  that  people  wear 
Are  all  outside ;  there's  something  else 
That's  ever  young  and  fair. 
'Tis  love  that  makes  the  joy  of  life, 
Love  —  the  best  gift  of  Heaven.    — Anon. 


T^RIENDSHIP  is  a  unison  of  spirits,  a  marriage 
of  hearts,  and  the  bond  thereof  virtue. 

—  William  Penn. 
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"  /^OD  gives  thee  youth  but  once.      Keep  thou 
The  childlike  heart  that  will   His  kingdom 
be  ; 
The  soul  pure-eyed   that,  wisdom  led,  even  now 
His  blessed  face  shall  see." 

To  me  ye  never  will  grow  old, 

But  live  forever  young  in  my  remembrance  — 

Never  grow  old,  nor  change,  nor  pass  away  ! 

Your  gentle  voice  will  flow  on  forever, 

When  life  grows  bare  and  tarnished  with  decay, 

As  through  a  leafless  landscape  flows  a  river. 

—  Henry  W.  Longfellow, 

TN  friends 

Whose  souls  do  bear  an  equal  yoke  of  love, 
There  must  needs  be  a  like  proportion 
Of  lineaments,  of  manners,  and  of  spirit. 

—  Shakespeare. 


A    MAN,  be  the  Heavens  ever  praised,  is  suffi- 
cient  for  himself;  yet  were  ten   men,  united 
in  love,  capable  of  being  and  of  doing  what  ten 
thousand    singly    would    fail    in.     Infinite    is    the 
help  man  can  yield  to   man.  Carlyle. 

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AH!   don't  be  sorrowful,  darling, 

And  don't  be  sorrowful,  pray ; 

Taking  the  year  together,  my  dear, 

There  isn't  more  night  than  day. 

'Tis  rainy  weather,  my  darling, 

Time's  waves,  they  heavily  run ; 

But  taking  the  year  together,  my  dear, 

There  isn't  more  cloud  than  sun. 

We're  old  folks  now,  companion, 

Our  heads  they  are  growing  gray; 
But  taking  the  year  all  round,  my  dear, 

You  will  always  find  the  May. 
We've  had  our  May,  my  darling, 

And  our  roses,  long  ago  j 
And  the  time  of  the  year  is  come,  my  dear, 

For  the  silent  night  and  the  snow. 

And  God  is  God,  my  darling, 

Of  night  as  well  as  of  day, 
And  we  feel  and  know  that  we  can  go 

Wherever  He  leads  the  way.  —  Anon. 

T  AM  not  of  that  feather,  to  shake  off 
My  friend  when  he  most  needs  me. 

—  Shakespeare. 

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T^O  me,  my  friend,  you  never  can  grow  old. 

—  Shakespeare. 

"VTJlS,  we  must  ever  be  friends ;  and  of  all  who 

offer  you  friendship, 
Let  me  be  ever  the  first,  the  truest,  the  nearest, 

and  dearest.  —  Henry  W.  Longfellow. 

HTRUE  happiness 

Consists  not  in  the  multitude  of  friends, 

But  in  the  worth  and  choice. 

—  Ben  'Jonson. 

"\/OU  must,  therefore,  love  me  myself,  and  not 
my  circumstances,  if  we  are  to  be  real  friends. 

—  Cicero. 


T^AITHFUL  are  the  wounds  of  a  friend. 

—  Proverb. 


pRIENDSHIP'S  the  wine  of  life. 

—  Toung. 

AM   of   the    opinion  that,   except  among    the 
virtuous,  friendship  cannot  exist.    Cicero. 

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/^LD  friends  are  best.      King  James  used  to  call 
for  his  old  shoes ;   they  were  easiest  for  his 

feet-  —  Selden. 

"PRIEND    of   my    bosom,    thou    more    than    a 

brother, 
Why  wert  not  thou  born  in  my  father's  dwelling  ? 

—  Charles  Lamb. 

"UIS  life  was  gentle;  and  the  elements 

So  mixed  in  him  that  Nature   might  stand  up 
And  say  to  all  the  world,  "  This  was  a  man." 

—  Shakespeare. 

A   FRIEND 

Welded  into  our  life  is  more  to  us 
Than  twice  five  thousand  kinsmen,  one  in  blood. 

—  Euripides. 

"OEYOND  all  wealth,  honor,  or  even  health, 
is  the  attachment  we  form  to  noble  souls  ;  be- 
cause to  become  one  with  the  good,  generous,  and 
true  is  to  become  in  a  measure  good,  generous,  and 
true  ourselves.  _  £>,..   Thomas  Arnold. 

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T^RIENDSHIP  is  worth  taking  trouble  about. 
It  is  one  of  the  things  about  which  we  should 
remember  the  apostle's  command,  "  Hold  fast  that 
which  is  good."  Thoreau  said  :  "  The  only  dan- 
ger in  friendship  is  that  it  will  end."  Correspond- 
ence and  conversation  and  social  courtesies  are 
the  ways  in  which  we  throw  guards  around  our 
friendships  lest  they  end.  A  man  who  loses  a 
friend  for  want  of  a  letter  now  and  then  is  like  the 
man  who  loses  his  money  for  lack  of  a  pocket- 
book.  He  is  losing  a  very  precious  thing  for  lack 
of  a  very  little  expense  and  trouble.  How  care- 
fully Jesus  selected  the  close  circle  of  His  friends, 
and  how  watchfully  He  guarded  their  mutual  friend- 
ship after  He  had  selected  them.  The  friend  who 
sticketh  closer  than  a  brother  is  always  one  who 
has  taken  some  trouble  in  the  matter  of  his  friend- 
ships. Let  us  be  careful  that  we  do  not  go  through 
life  with  holes  in  our  pockets  through  which  our 
friendships  slip.  _  Sunday  School  Tunes, 


A    FAITHFUL  friend  is  better  than  gold,  — 
A  medicine  for  misery  :  an  only  possession. 


—  Burton. 

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r"PHE  years  have  taught  some  sweet,  some  bitter 
lessons  —  none  wiser  than  this  :  to  spend  in  all 
things  else,  but  of  old  friends  to  be  most  miserly. 

—  parties  Russell  Lowell. 


pRIENDSHIP  is  the  most  valuable  of  all  human 
possessions.  —  Latius. 


A  LL  who  joy  would  win 

Must  share  it,  —  Happiness  was  born  a  twin. 

—  Byron. 

TUTOW  few  take  time  for  friendship  !  We  have 
long  hours  for  gold  and  silver  and  banknotes, 
or  for  what  we  boastfully  call  our  work  in  the 
world  ;  but  we  have  grudged  minutes  for  the  gold 
of  eternity,  which  is  character,  and  the  work  of 
eternity,  which  is  fashioning  it.  Review  yesterday. 
Did  it  hold,  gathering  all  the  minutes,  half  an  hour 
for  friendship  ?  _  Amos  R.  Wells. 


A  RISE,  and  get  thee  forth  and  seek 
A  friendship  for  the  years  to  come. 

—  Alfred  Tennyson. 

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TVTOT  chance  of  birth   or   place    has    made  us 

friends, 
Being  ofttimes  of  different  tongues  and  nations, 
But  the  endeavor  for  the  selfsame  ends, 
With  the  same  hopes,  and  fears,  and  aspirations. 
Therefore  I  hope,  as  no  unwelcome  guest, 
At  your  warm  fireside,  when  the  lamps  are  lighted, 
To  have  my  place  reserved  among  the  rest, 
Nor  stand  as  one  unsought  and  uninvited. 

—  Henry  IV.  Longfellow. 

T3LESSED  is  the  man  who  has  the  gift  of  mak- 
ing friends ;  for  it  is  one  of  God's  best  gifts. 
It  involves  many  things,  but,  above  all,  the  power 
of  going  out  of  one's  self  and  seeing  and  appreciat- 
ing whatever  is  noble  and  loving  in  another  man. 

—  Thomas  Hughes. 

A  S  you  grow  ready  for  it,  somewhere  or  other 
you  will  find  what   is  needful   for  you   in   a 
friend.  —  George  Macdonald. 

TWO  lovely  berries  moulded  on  one  stem  : 
So,  with  two  seeming  bodies,  but  one  heart. 

—  Shakespeare. 

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r^i  FRIEND  !     O  best  of  friends  !    Thy  absence 

more 
Than  the  impending  night  darkens  the  landscape 

°  cr*  —  Henry  IV.  Longfellow. 

T7RIENDS   are   like    melons.     Shall   I  tell  you 

why  ? 
To  find  one  good  you  must  a  hundred  try. 

—  Claude  Mermet. 

rT*HERE  is  no  treasure  the  which  may  be  com- 
pared unto  a  faithful  friend, 

Gold  soon  decayeth,  and  worldly  wealth  consumeth 
and  wasteth  in  the  wind. 

But  love,  once  planted  in  a  perfect  and  pure  mind, 
endureth  weal  or  woe, 

The  frowns  of  fortune,  come  they  never  so  unkind, 
cannot  the  same  overthrow. 

—  The  Roxburgh  Ballads. 

\  T  7"HAT  is  this  life  that  thou  shouldst  be  forgot, 
For  all  that  it  hath  yet  to  give  me  ?     Nay  ! 
In  this  world  or  the  next  I  count  to  be 
Remembering  and  remembered.    Montgomery. 

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"\^7"E   use   the  word    friend  very    lightly.       We 

talk  of  our  "  host  of  friends,"  meaning  all  v 
with  whom  we  have  friendly  relations,  or  even 
pleasant  acquaintance.  We  say  a  person  is  our 
friend  when  we  know  him  only  in  business  or 
socially,  when  his  heart  and  ours  have  never 
touched  in  any  real  communion.  .  .  .  To  be- 
come another's  friend  in  the  true  sense  is  to  take 
the  other  into  such  close,  living  fellowship,  that  his 
life  and  ours  are  knit  together  as  one.  It  is  far 
more  than  a  pleasant  companionship  in  bright, 
sunny  hours.  A  true  friendship  is  entirely  unself- 
ish. It  loves  not  for  what  it  may  receive,  but 
what  it  may  give.  Its  aim  is  "  not  to  be  minis- 
tered unto,  but  to  minister."  ...  It  is  a  sacred 
thing,  therefore,  to  take  a  new  friend  into  our  life, 
we  accept  a  solemn  responsibility  when  we  do  so. 
We  should  choose  our  friends  thoughtfully,  wisely, 
prayerfully ;  but  when  we  have  pledged  our  lives 
we  should  be  faithful  whatever  the  cost  may  be. 

—  J.R.  Miller. 


A  LL  like  the  purchase;  few  the  price  will  pay; 
And  this  makes  friends  such  miracles  below. 


—  Young. 
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TTONEST  men  esteem  and  value  nothing  so 
much  in  this  world  as  a  real  friend.  Such 
a  one  is,  as  it  were,  another  self,  to  whom  we  im- 
part our  most  secret  thoughts,  who  partakes  of  our 
joy  and  comforts  us  in  our  affliction  ;  add  to  this, 
that  his  company  is  an  everlasting  pleasure  to  us. 

—  Filpay. 

HPHERE    are    plenty    of   acquaintances    in    the 
world,  but  very  few  real   friends. 

—  Chinese  Moral  Maxims. 

TF  any  touch  my  friend,  or  his  good  name, 
It  is  my  honor  and  my  love  to  free 
His  blasted  fame 
From  the  least  thought  or  spot  of  blame. 

—  George  Herbert. 

r~PO  act  the  part  of  a  true  friend  requires  more 
conscientious   feeling  than  to  fill  with  credit 
any  other  capacity  in  social  life.     Mrs.  Ellis. 


o 


N  our  choice  of  friends 

Our  good  or  evil  name  depends. 

—  Gay. 

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*\ A/E  shall  grow  old,  but  never  lose  life's  zest, 

Because  the  road's  last  turn  will  be  the  best. 

—  Henry  van  Dyke. 

T^HUS  hand  in  hand  in  life  we'll  go, 
Its  checkered  paths  of  joy  or  woe, 
With  cautious  steps  we'll  tread. 

—  Nathaniel  Cotton. 

nTHOU  wert  my  guide,  philosopher,  and  friend. 

—  Pope. 

\\  7TIEN  Socrates  was  building  himself  a  house 
at  Athens,  being  asked  by  one  that  ob- 
served the  littleness  of  the  design,  why  a  man  so 
eminent  would  not  have  an  abode  more  suitable 
to  his  dignity,  he  replied,  u  that  he  should  think 
himself  sufficiently  accommodated  if  he  could  see 
the  narrow  habitation  filled  with  real  friends." 

—  Samuel  'Johnson. 

T'VE  often  wished  that  I  had  clear, 

For  life,  six  hundred  pounds  a  year, 
A  handsome  house  to  lodge  a  friend, 

A  river  at  my  garden's  end.        Swift. 

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"TPIS  said  that  absence  conquers  love: 

But,  oh,  believe  it  not. 
I've  tried,  alas,  its  power  to  prove, 
But  thou  art  not  forgot. 

—  Frederick  IV.   Thomas. 

OHOULD  auld  acquaintance  be  forgot, 

And  never  brought  to  mind  ? 

—  Burns. 

"PRIENDSHIP    is    the    greatest    bond     in    the 
world.  —  'Jeremy  Taylor. 


CWEET  is  the  memory  of  distant  friends ;  like 
the  mellow  rays  of  the  departing  sun,  it  falls 
tenderly  yet  sadly  on  the  heart. 

—  Washington  Irving. 

A    TRUE  friend  is  forever  a  friend. 

—  George  Macdonald. 

JUDGE    before    friendship,    then    confide    until 
**     death.  — Young. 


HPHE  only  way  to  have  a  friend  is  to  be  one. 

—  Ralph  JValdo  Emerson. 

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"\  "\  7"E  may  build  more  splendid  habitations, 

Fill   our    rooms    with    paintings    and   with 
sculptures, 

But  we  cannot 
Buy  with  gold  the  old  associations. 

—  Henry  IV.  Longfellow. 

T  HAVE  sped  o'er  many  miles  of  land  and  sea, 

and  mingled  with  much  people, 
But    never    yet    have    found  a  spot  unsunned  by 

human  kindness, 
Some    more    and  some    less,  but  all  can  claim  a 

little. 
And  a  man  may  travel  through  the  world  and  sow 

it  thick  with  friendship.  Tupper. 


T 


-IE  ornaments  of  a  home  are  the  friends  who 
frequent  it.  —  Ra}ph  Waldo  Emerson. 


HHHEY  who  love  best  need  friendship  most ; 

Hearts  only  thrive  on  varied  good  \ 
And  he  who  gathers  from  a  host 

Of  friendly  hearts  his  daily  food 
Is  the  best  friend  that  we  can  boast. 

—  y.  G.  Holland. 

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A  S  to  the  value  of  other  things  most  men  differ; 
concerning  friendship  all  have  the  same  opin- 
ion. What  can  be  more  foolish  than,  when  men 
are  possessed  of  great  influence  by  their  wealth, 
power,  and  resources,  to  procure  other  things  which 
are  bought  by  money  —  horses,  slaves,  rich  apparel, 
costly  vases  —  and  not  to  procure  friends,  the  most 
valuable  and  fairest  furniture  of  life  ?  And  yet 
every  man  can  tell  how  many  goats  or  sheep  he 
possesses,  but  not  how  many  friends.  In  the 
choice,  moreover,  of  a  dog  or  of  a  horse,  we  exer- 
cise the  greatest  care:  we  inquire  into  its  pedigree, 
its  training  and  character,  and  yet  we  too  often 
leave  the  selection  of  our  friends,  which  is  of  in- 
finitely greater  importance, —  by  whom  our  whole 
life  will  be  more  or  less  influenced  either  for  good 
or  evil,  —  almost  to  chance.  Cicero. 

TIE  who  cannot  feel  friendship  is  alike  incapable 
of  love.     Let  a  woman  beware  of  the   man 
who  owns  that  he  loves  no  one  but  herself. 

—  Talleyrand. 


I 


T  is  true  that  friendship  often  ends  in  love,  but 
love  in  friendship  never.  —  Caleb  Colton. 

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HPHE  man  who  hails  you  Tom  or  Jack, 
And  proves  by  thumping  on  your  back 

His  sense  of  your  great  merit, 
Is  such  a  friend,  that  one  has  need 
Be  very  much  his  friend  indeed 

To  pardon  or  to  bear  it.  Cowper. 

TV  yTUCH,  certainly,  of  happiness  and  purity  of  our 
lives  depends  on  our  making  a  wise  choice  of 
our  companions  and  friends.  If  badly  chosen  they 
will  inevitably  drag  us  down  ;  if  well,  they  will  raise 
us  up.  Yet  many  people  seem  to  trust  in  this 
matter  to  the  chapter  of  accident.  It  is  well  and 
right,  indeed,  to  be  courteous  and  considerate  to 
every  one  with  whom  we  are  brought  into  contact, 
but  to  choose  them  as  real  friends  is  another  matter. 

—  Sir  John  Lubbock. 

"L^EEP  your  undrest,  familiar  style 

For  strangers,  but  respect  your  friend. 

—  Coventry  Patmore. 

O  often  to  the  house  of  thy  friend ;   for  weeds 
soon  choke  up  the  unused  path. 

—  Scandinavian  Proverb. 
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G 


"D  EPROVE  your  friends  in  secret,  praise  them 
openly.  — Publius  Syrus. 

T^RIENDSHIP  is  power  and  riches  all  to  me  ; 

Friendship's  another  element  of  life  ; 

Water  and  fire  not  of  more  general  use, 

To  the  support  and  comfort  of  the  world, 

Than  friendship  to  the  being  of  my  joy. 

—  Southern. 


1\/{Y  friend  is  one  whom  I  can  associate  with  my 
choicest  thought.  —  Henry  Thoreau. 

T^RIENDSHIP'S  an  abstract  of  all  noble  flame, 
'Tis    love    refined  and    purged   from    all    its 
dross. — 
The  next  to  angel's  love,  if  not  the  same, 
As  strong  as  passion  is,  though  not  so  gross. 

—  Katharine  Philips. 

"FRIENDSHIP  above  all  ties  doth  bind  the  heart ; 
And  faith  in  friendship  is  the  noblest  part. 

—  Lord  Orrery. 


T^RIENDSHIP  ought  not  to  be  unripped,  but  to 

be  unstitched.  Cato. 

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A/OU'RE  my  friend  — 

What  a  thing  friendship  is  world  without  end. 

—  Robert  Browning. 


TN  choosing  one's  friends  we  must  choose  those 
whose  qualities  are  inborn,  and  their  virtues, 
virtues  of  temperament.  To  lay  the  foundations 
of  friendship  on  borrowed  or  added  virtues  is  to 
build  on  an  artificial  soil ;  we  run  too  many  risks 
by  it.  —  Ami  el's  "Journal. 

/^H,  the  comfort,  the  inexpressible  comfort,  of 
feeling  safe  with  a  person  —  having  neither  to 
weigh  thoughts  nor  measure  words,  but  pouring 
them  all  right  out,  just  as  they  are,  chaff  and  grain  to- 
gether, certain  that  a  faithful  hand  will  take  and  sift 
them,  keep  what  is  worth  keeping,  and  then  with 
the  breath  of  kindness  blow  the  rest  away. 

—  Dinah  Muloch  Craik. 

TTE  who  is  destitute  of  friends  is  doomed  to  soli- 
tude ;  and  however  surrounded  by  flatterers 
and  admirers,  however  armed  with  power,  and  rich 
in  the  endowments  of  nature  and  of  fortune,  has 
no  resting-place.  _  R0iert  Hall. 

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V 


ET  us  hope  that  sometime  we  may  stop  and 
make  deliberate  choice  of  a  sweeter,  quieter, 
friendlier  life,  and,  by  cutting  down  our  social  tasks 
and  intellectual  recreations,  make  time  for  rest  and 
domesticity,  and  for  remembrance  of  others  whose 
houses  and  lives  adjoin  our  own.  Anon. 

'  I  "HE  friend  one  likes  and  cares  for  in  the  sense 
of  companionship,  who  can  never  come  too 
often,  nor  stay  too  long,  with  whom  presence  is 
always  a  joy  and  solitude  a  sympathy  —  such 
friends  as  these  are  ours  purely  by  right  of  tem- 
peramental accord.  One's  friendships  in  the 
sense  of  one's  personal  enjoyments  are  matters  of 
sympathy,  of  tastes,  of  mutual  experiences,  of  cul- 
ture, of  habits,  and  general  scope  of  life  —  a  whole 
world  indeed,  into  which  only  the  initiate  can  enter 
and  whose  atmosphere  can  neither  be  translated 
nor  communicated  to  those  who  are  not  in  it  and 

°f  it-  —  Lilian  Whiting. 

UEW  men  are  calculated   for  that  close  connec- 
tion which  we  distinguish    by  the    name  of 
friendship  ;   and  we  well  know  the  difference  be- 
tween a  friend  and  an  acquaintance.       Sterne. 

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pRIENDSHIP  is  the  cordial  of  life,  the  lenitive 
of  our  sorrows,  the  multiplier  of  our  joys. 

—  Robert  Hall. 


'  AM  a  man  of  desperate  fortunes,  that  is,  a  man 
whose  friends  are  dead ;   for  I  never  aimed  at 
any  other  fortune  than  in  friends.  Pope. 

(~\  MATCHLESS  wisdom  !  those  seem  to  take 
the  sun  out  of  the  world  who  remove  friend- 
ship from  the  pleasures  of  life.  Cicero. 

COMETHING  like  home  that  is  not  home,  is 
to  be  desired ;  it  is  found  in  the  house  of  a 
^end.  _  Sir  William  Temple. 

/^VNE  friend  in  that  path  shall  be, 

To  secure  my  step  from  wrong  ; 
One  to  count  night,  day  for  me, 

Patient  through  the  watches  long, 
Serving  most  with  none  to  see. 

—  Robert  Browning. 


T^EW  people  give  themselves  time  to  be  friends. 

—  Southey. 
JO 


T^RIENDSHIP    only    truly    exists    where    men 

harmonize  in  their  views  of  things  human  and 

divine,  accompanied  by  the  greatest  love  and  esteem. 

—  Cicero. 


*T*0   have  the  same   predilections,  and  the  same 
aversions,  that,  and   that   alone,  is  the  surest 
bond  of  friendship.  Sallust. 

A  S  the  yellow  gold  is  tried  in  the  fire,  so  the 
faith  of  friendship  must  be  seen  in  adversity. 

—  Ovid. 

TV  /TY  friend  and  I  have  shared 

The  cloud  and  sunshine  here  ;   eternity 
Will  never  blight  the  flower  that  time  hath  spared. 

—  Pollock. 
"PRIENDS  are  much  better  tried  in  bad  fortune 


than  in  good.  __  Aristotle. 


T^RIENDSHIP,  when    once    determined,  never 

swerves, 
Weighs  ere  it  trusts,  but  weighs  not  ere  it  serves. 

—  Hannah  More. 

7l 


"YX  TE  are  in  Love's  hand  to-day, 

Where  shall  we  go  ? 
Love,  shall  we  start,  or  stay, 

Or  sail,  or  row  ? 
We  are  in  Love's  hand  to-day. 

Our  way  lies  where  God  knows, 

And  love  knows  where. 
We  are  in  Love's  hand  to-day. 

—  Algernon  Swinburne, 

TTAND 

Grasps  hand,  eye  lights  eye  in  good  friendship, 
And  great  hearts  expand, 

And  grow  one  in  the  sense  of  this  world's  life. 

—  Robert  Browning. 

"YX  rHERE  true  love  bestows  its  sweetness, 

Where  true  friendship  lays  its  hand, 
Dwells  all  greatness,  all  completeness, 
All  the  wealth  of  every  land. 

—  y.  G.  Holland. 

HPHE  proper  business  of  friendship  is  to  inspire 
life  and  courage  ;  and  the  soul  thus  supported 
outdoes  itself.  —  Budgell. 

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(^\  LOVE  !  young  love  !  bound  in  thy  rosy  bond, 

Let  sage  or  cynic  prattle  as  he  will, 

These  hours,  and  only  these,  redeem  life's  years  of 
•11  i 
111  •  —  Byron. 

A  LAS,  I  can  but  bless  thee !  .  .  . 

God   be   with   thee,   my   beloved,  —  God    be 
with  thee ! 

—  Elizabeth  Barrett  Browning. 

TNTREAT  me  not  to  leave  thee 

Or  to  return  from  following  after  thee  : 
For  whither  thou  goest,  I  will  go ; 
And  where  thou  lodgest,  I  will  lodge  : 
Thy  people  shall  be  my  people, 
And  thy  God  my  God.       _  Book  of  Ruth. 


PRIENDSHIP  has  a  power 

To  soothe  affliction  in  the  darkest  hour. 

—  H.  Kirke  White. 


HHHE  lightsome  countenance  of  a  friend  giveth 
such  an  inward  decking  to  the  house  where  it 
lodgeth,  as  proudest    palaces   have  cause  to  envy 
the  gilding.  _  Sir  Philip  Sidney. 

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The   Sympathy 

of 

Friendship 


75 


It  is  the  secret  sympathy, 
The  silver  link,  the  silken  tie 
Which  heart  to  heart  and  mind  to  mind 
In  body  and  in  soul  can  bind. 

—  Sir  Walter  Scott. 


Let  some  one  we  love  come  near  us,  and 
At    once    it    seems  that   something  new  or 

strange 
Has  passed  upon  the  flowers,  the  trees,  the 

ground ;  ■ 
Some  slight  but  unintelligible  change 
On  everything  around. 

—  R.  C.  Trench, 


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5&3Y  sympathy  I  do  not  mean  merely  a 
fellowship  in  sorrow,  but  also,  and 
no  less  truly,  a  fellowship  in  joy. 
To  be  glad  when  your  brother  men 
are  prosperous  and  happy,  to  rejoice 
in  their  success,  to  cheer  for  their  victories ;  to  be 
compassionate  and  pitiful  when  your  brother  men 
are  distressed  and  miserable,  to  grieve  over  their 
failures,  to  help  them  in  their  troubles,  —  this  is 
the  fraternal  spirit  which  blesses  him  who  exercises 
it,  and  those  toward  whom  it  is  exercised. 

—  Henry  van  Dyke, 


'  ASK  thee  for  a  thoughtful  love, 
Through  constant  watching,  wise, 

To  meet  the  glad  with  joyful  smiles, 
And  to  wipe  the  weeping  eyes ; 

And  a  heart  at  leisure  from  itself, 
To  soothe  and  sympathize. 

—  Anna  L.  1  Faring. 

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"T)E  a  gift  and  a  benediction. 

—  Ralph  Waldo  Emerson. 

T   OVING  words  will  cost  but  little, 

Journeying  up  the  hill  of  life; 
But  they  make  the  weak  and  weary 

Stronger,  braver,  for  the  strife. 
Do  you  count  them  only  trifles  ? 

What  to  earth  are  sun  and  rain  ? 
Never  was  a  kind  word  wasted ; 

Never  was  one  said  in  vain.    Anon. 


A  SK.  God  to  give  th 
In  comfort's  art, 


ee  skill 


That  thou  mayst  consecrated  be, 

And  set  apart 
Unto  a  life  of  sympathy. 
For  heavy  is  the  weight  of  ill 

In  every  heart; 
And  comforters  are  needed  much 

Of  Christlike  touch. 

—  Anna  E.  Hamilton. 


CYMPATHY   is   the   golden   key  that  unlocks 
the   heart  of  others.  —  Samuel  Smiles. 


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T\JO  soul  can  ever  truly  see 

Another's  highest,  noblest  part, 
Save  through  the  sweet  philosophy 
And  loving  wisdom  of  the  heart. 

—  Phoebe  Cary. 

'"PHEY  might  not  need  me  —  yet  they  might  j 

I'll  let  my  heart  be  just  in  sight. 
A  smile  so  small  as  mine,  might  be 

Precisely  their  necessity. 

—  Emily  Dickinson. 

A    TRUE  friend  is  distinguished  in  the  crisis  of 
necessity ;  when  the  gallantry  of  his  aid  may 
show  the  worth  of  his  soul  and  the  loyalty  of  his 
heart.  __  Ennius. 


"\  \  7"HEN  true  friends  meet  in  adverse  hour, 
'Tis  like  a  sunbeam  through  a  shower, 
A  watery  way  an  instant  seen, 
The  darkly  closing  clouds  between. 

—  Sir  Walter  Scott. 


rTyO  friendship  every  burden's  light. 

—  Gay. 

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TT   is   only  the  great-hearted  who    can    be  true 
friends ;    the    mean,    the    cowardly  can    never 
know  what  true  friendship  means. 

—  Charles  Kingsley. 

\  \  7E  can  never  replace  a  friend.     When  a  man 
is  fortunate  enough  to  have  several,  he  finds 
that  they  are  all  different  ;  no  one  has  a  double  in 
friendship.  _  Schiller. 

TF  a  man  should  importune  me  to  give  a  reason 
why    I    loved    my  friend,  I  find  it  could  not 
otherwise     be     expressed     than     by    the     answer, 
"  Because  he  was  he ;  because  I  was  I." 

—  Montaigne. 


\/rOU  shall  perceive  how  you  mistake  my  for- 
tune ;  I  am  wealthy  in  my  friends. 

—  Shakespeare. 


^\IE  when  I  may,  I  want  it  said  of  me,  by  those 
who  knew  me  best,  that  I  always  plucked  a 
thistle    and    planted    a    flower  when    I  thought  a 
flower  would  grow.  —Abraham   Lincoln. 

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A  FTER  God,  there  is  nothing,  O   my  friend  ! 
so  sweet  as  a  friend Eugenie  de  Guerin. 

(^\F    all  the  lights    you  carry  in  your  face,  joy 
shines  farthest  out  to   sea. 


T^HERE  is  no  virtue  in  solemn  indifference, 

Joy  is  just  as  much  a  duty  as  beneficence  is. 
Thankfulness  is  the  other  side  of  mercy. 

—  Henry  van  Dyke. 

A    LIVING,  loving  Christian  —  true  of  tongue, 
honest    of   heart,  pure  of   conduct,  and  yet 
lovable    in    daily    life    is    the    most    unanswerable 
argument  for  Christianity. 

—  Theodore  L.  Cuy/er. 

r~TO  watch  for  hurts  that  we  can  heal,  for  halt- 
ing steps  that  we  can  steady,  for  burdens  of 
infirmity  or  trouble  that  we  can  give  our  thought, 
our  care,  our  love,  ourselves,  serving  them  with 
humblest  fidelity,  and  leading  with  words  of  sym- 
pathy and  brotherhood  in  the  ways  of  righteous- 
ness and  peace,  —  this  is  the  high  calling  of  God 
in  Christ  Jesus.  __  Washington  Gladden. 

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/^\NLY  love  understands  after  all.     It  gives  in- 
sight.    We  cannot  truly  know  anything  with- 
out sympathy,  without  getting  out  of  self  and  entering 
into  others.  —  Hugh  Black. 

TJOW  many  simple  ways  there  are  to  bless. 

—  'James  Russell  Lowell. 

A    GRASP 

Having  the  warmth  and  muscle  of  the  heart, 
A  childly  way  with  children,  and  a  laugh 
Ringing  like  proven  golden  coinage  true. 

—  Alfred  Tennyson. 

"FRIENDSHIP  !   mysterious  cement  of  the  soul ! 
Sweetness  of  life  !   and  solder  of  society  ! 

—  Blair. 


A    FRIEND   is  the  gift  of  God,  and   He  only 

who  made  hearts  can  unite  them. 

—  Southey. 

r"PHOU  hast  given  me,  in  this  beauteous  face, 

A  world  of  earthly  blessings  to  my  soul 
If  sympathy  of  love  unite  our  thoughts. 

—  Shakespeare. 
82 


HPHERE'S     naught     in     this     bad     world     like 

sympathy  : 
'Tis  so  becoming  to  the  soul  and  face  — 
Sets  to  soft  music  the  harmonious  sigh, 
And  robes  sweet  friendship  in  a  Brussels  lace. 

—  Byron. 


T 


HE  best  mirror  is  an  old  friend. 

—  "jfacula  Prudentam. 


"VT'OU  will   forgive  me,  I   hope,  for  the  sake  of 

the  friendship  between  us, 
Which    is    too    true    and    sacred    to  be  so   easily 

broken!  —Henry  IV.  Longfellow. 


A    FRIEND  whom  you  have  been  gaining  dur- 
ing your  whole  life,  you  ought  not  to  be  dis- 
pleased with  in  a  moment.     A  stone  is  many  years 
becoming  a  ruby ;  take  care  that  you  do  not  de- 
stroy it  in  an  instant  against  another  stone. 

—  Saadi. 

HPO  err  is  human,  to  forgive  divine. 
1  __  p0pe, 

«3 


TTOW  bless'd  the  heart  that  has  a  friend 
A  sympathizing  ear  to  lend 
To  troubles  too  great  to  smother  ? 
For  as  ale  and  porter,  when  flat,  are  restor'd 
Till  a  sparkling,  bubbling  bead  they  afford, 
So  sorrow  is  cheered  by  being  pour'd 
From  one  vessel  into  another. 

—  Thomas  Hood, 


TTE  who  steps  on  stones  is  glad  to  feel 

The  smallest  spray  of  moss  beneath  his  feet. 

—  Anna  Katherine  Green. 


XF  you  have  a  word  of  cheer 

That  may  light  the  pathway  drear 
Of  a  brother  pilgrim  here 

Let  him  know. 
Show  him  you  appreciate 
What  he  does,  and  do  not  wait 
Till  the  heavy  hand  of  Fate 

Lays  him  low. 
If  your  heart  contains  a  thought 
That  will  brighter  make  his  lot, 
Then  in  mercy  hide  it  not, 

Tell  him  so.   .   .  . 

8+ 


Wait  not  till  your  friend  is  dead 
Ere  your  compliments  are  said  ; 
For  the  spirit  that  has  fled, 

If  it  know, 
Does  not  need  to  speed  it  on 
Our  poor  praise,   .   .   . 
But  unto  our  brother  here 
That  poor  praise  is  very  dear. 
If  you've  any  word  of  cheer 

Tell  him  so.   .   .   . 

Life  is  hard  enough  at  best, 
But  the  love  that  is  expressed 
Makes  it  seem  a  pathway  blest 

To  our  feet ; 
And  the  troubles  that  we  share 

Seem  the  easier  to  bear. 

—  Denver  News. 


T  TOW  few  have  sympathy  for  friendship  !  It  is 
easy  to  say, "  I  am  so  sorry  for  you,"  but  does 
your  heart  ache  while  you  say  it  ?  It  is  easy  to 
say,  "  I  congratulate  you,"  but  does  all  the  sky 
shine  brighter  for  your  friend's  joy  ? 

—  Amos  R.  Wells. 

85 


TVJOT    understood !      How    trifles  often   change 
us  ! 
The  thoughtless  sentence  and  the  fancied  slight 
Destroy  long  years  of  friendship  and  estrange  us, 
And  on  our  souls  there  falls  a  freezing  blight, 

Not  understood. 

Not  understood  !      How  many  hearts  are  aching 
For  lack  of  sympathy  !     Ah,  day  by  day, 

How  many  cheerless,  lonely  hearts  are  breaking  ! 
How  many  noble  spirits  pass  away 

Not  understood. 

O  God  !  that  men  would  see  a  little  clearer, 
Or  judge  less  harshly,  when  they  cannot  see; 

O  God  !   that  men  might  draw  a  little  nearer 
To  one  another.     They'd  be  nearer  Thee, 

And  understood.  Anon. 


^11  7"HAT  do  we  live  for  if  it  is  not  to  make  life 

less  difficult  to  each  other  ? 

—  George  Eliot. 


PHE  test  of  your  Christian  character  should   be 
that  you  are  a  joy-bearing  agent  to  the  world. 

—  Henry  Ward  Beecher. 
86 


HPWO   persons  will  not  be   friends  long  if  they 
cannot  forgive  each  other  little  failings. 

—  La  Bruyere. 

A  LL  men  have  their  frailties,  and  whoever  looks 
for  a  friend  without  imperfection  will  never  find 
what  he  seeks.     We  love  ourselves  notwithstand- 
ing our  faults,  and  we  ought  to  love  our  friends  in 
like  manner.  Cyrus. 

TT  is  a  sad  weakness  in  us,  after  all,  that 
the  thought  of  a  man's  death  hallows  him 
anew  to  us;  as  if  life  were  not  sacred  too  —  as  if 
it  were  comparatively  a  light  thing  to  fail  in  love 
and  reverence  to  the  brother  who  has  to  climb  the 
whole  toilsome  steep  with  us,  and  all  our  tears 
and  tenderness  were  due  to  the  one  who  is  spared 
that  hard  journey.  —  George  Eliot. 

HAVE  an  opinion,  I  have  held  it  long,  that 
human  life  will  not  always  be  so  tiring.  I 
think  people  will  see,  will  have  their  eyes  open  to 
discern  when  their  friends,  their  neighbors,  are 
breaking  down,  dying  from  very  tiredness,  and  then 
they  will  help  each  other.  Anon. 

87 


N 


TVTO  soul  can  be  quite  separate, 

However  set  apart  by  fate, 

However  cold  or  dull  or  shy, 

Or  shrinking  from  the  public  eye. 

The  world  is  common  to  the  race, 

And  nowhere  is  a  hiding-place  ; 

Before,  behind,  on  either  side, 

The  surging  masses  press,  divide ; 

Behind,  before,  with  rhythmic  beat, 

Is  heard  the  tread  of  marching  feet ; 

To  left,  to  right,  they  urge,  they  face, 

And  touch  us  here  and  touch  us  there. 

Hold  back  your  garments  as  you  will, 

The  crowding  world  will  touch  us  still. 

Then,  since  such  contact  needs  must  be, 

What  shall  it  do  for  you  and  me  ? 

—  Anon. 

l\JO   simplest  duty  is  forgot, 

Life  has  no  dim  and  lonely  spot 
That  doth  not  in  her  sunshine  share. 

—  'James  Russell  Lowell. 

O  one  is  useless  in  the  world  who  lightens  the 
burden  of  it  for  any  one  else. 

—  Charles  Dickens. 
88 


*T*HE  art  of  saying  appropriate  words  in  a  kindly 
way  is  one  that  never  goes  out  of  fashion,  never 
ceases  to   please,  and  is  within  the  reach  of  the 
humblest.  _  F%  W%  Faher% 

TTOW  can  we  ease  another's  pain 

Their  sorrows  e'er  dispel  ? 
When  they  are  sore  depressed  with  gloom, 

How  can  we  break  the  spell, 
And  make  their  sad  lives  brighter  seem, 

By  driving  grief  away  ? 
'Tis  only  loving  kindness  can. 

Ah  !   love  will  find  a  way. 

—  Martha  S.  Lippincott. 

CO  walking  here  in  twilight,  O  my  friends  ! 

I  hear  your  voices  softened  by  the  distance, 
And  pause  and  turn  to  listen,  as  each  sends 

His  words  of  friendship,  comfort,  and  assistance. 

Thanks  for  the  sympathies  that  ye  have  shown  ! 

Thanks  for  each  kindly  word,  each  silent  token, 
That  teaches  me,  when  seeming  most  alone, 

Friends  are  around  us,  though  no  v/ord  be  spoken. 

—  Henry  JV.  Longfellow. 

89 


/^ENUINE  kindness  oftenest  comes  from  self- 
repression, —  a  cheerful  message  from  a  sad 
soul,  a  brave  word  from  a  trembling  heart,  a  gen- 
erous gift  from  a  slender  purse,  a  helping  hand 
from  a  tired  man.  Tt  is  not  your  mood  but  the 
other  man's  need  that  determines  kindness. 

—  Maltbie  D.  Babcock. 

"  "DEAR  ye  one  another's  burdens  "  (Gal.  6  :  2). 
"  Help  other  people  grow,"  says  Rev.  Ira 
D.  Landrith,  "  and  you  will  be  amazed  and  de- 
lighted to  see  how  much  larger  and  more  robust 
you  have  yourself  become.  Every  time  you  lead  a 
wanderer  along  the  Godward  path,  your  own  feet 
become  more  familiar  with  the  way  and  stronger 
to  walk  therein.  Every  time  your  arm  steadies  a 
stumbling  one  or  lifts  a  fallen,  it  becomes  more 
sinewy  for  the  bearing  of  its  own  burdens  and  for 
warding  off  the  attacks  of  evil.  Only  idle  hands 
and  heads  and  hearts  are  dwarfed  and  weak." 

—  Endeavor  JVorld. 


/^IVE  what  you  have.     To  some  one  it  may  be 
better  than  you  dare  to  think. 

—  Henry  W.  Longfelloiv. 
90 


"  I  ^HE  world  delights  in  sunny  people.  The  old 
are  huno-erino;  for  love  more  than  for  bread. 
The  air  of  joy  is  very  cheap  ;  and  if  you  can  help 
the  poor  on  with  a  garment  of  praise  it  will  be 
better  for  them  than  blankets. 

—  Henry  Drwnmond. 

1VJOTHING  is  more  worth  while  than  kindness. 
Nothing  else  in  life  is  more  beautiful  in  itself. 
Nothing  else  does  more  to  brighten  the  world  and 
sweeten  other  lives.  Robert  Louis  Stevenson  said 
in  a  letter  to  Edmund  Mosse  :  "  It  is  the  history  of 
our  kindnesses  that  alone  makes  the  world  toler- 
able. If  it  were  not  for  that,  for  the  effect  of  kind 
words,  kind  looks,  kind  letters,  multiplying,  spread- 
ing, making  one  happy  through  another,  and  bring- 
ing forth  benefits,  some  thirty,  some  fifty,  some  a 
thousandfold,  I  should  be  tempted  to  think  our 
life  a  practical  jest  in  the  worst  possible  spirit." 

The  man  whose  life  lacks  habitual  kindliness 
may  succeed  splendidly  in  a  wordly  sense.  He 
may  win  his  way  to  high  honor.  He  may  gather 
millions  of  money.  He  may  climb  to  a  conspicu- 
ous place  among  men.  But  he  has  missed  that 
which  alone  gives  glory  to  a  life,  —  the  joy  and 
blessing  of  being  kind.  _  ju  Rm  Miller. 

9* 


A  S  we  meet  and  touch,  each  day, 
The  many  travellers  on  our  way, 
Let  every  such  brief  contact  be 
A  glorious,  helpful  ministry  ; 
The  contact  of  the  soil  and  seed, 
Each  giving  to  the  other's  need, 
Each  helping  on  the  other's  best, 
And  blessing,  each,  as  well  as  blest. 

—  Susan  Coolidge. 


jy'IND  words  are  the  music  of  the  world. 

—  F.  W.  Faber. 


TVTOW  is  the  time ;  ah,  friend,  no  longer  wait 

To  scatter  loving  smiles  and  words  of  cheer 
To  those  around  whose  lives  are  now  so  dear. 
They  may  not  meet  you  in  the  coming  year. 

Now  is  the  time. 

Ah,  friends  !  dear  friends,  —  if  any  such  there  be,  — 

Keep  not  your  loving  thoughts  away  from  me 

Till  I  am  gone. 

I  want  them  now  to  help  me  on  my  way, 

As  lonely  watchers  want  the  light  of  day 

Ere  it  is  morn. 

—  D.  F.  Hodges. 

92 


/^VH,  my  friend,  it  would  be  better 

If  to  those  we  love,  we  gave 
Tender  words  while  they  were  with  us 
Than  to  say  them  o'er  a  grave  !   .   .   . 

Many  a  heart  is  hungry,  starving, 

For  a  little  word  of  love  ; 
Speak  it  then,  and  as  the  sunshine 

Gilds  the  lofty  peaks  above, 
So  the  joy  of  those  who  hear  it 

Sends  its  radiance  down  life's  way, 
And  the  world  is  brighter,  better, 

For  the  loving  words  we  say. 

Loving  words  will  cost  but  little, 

As  along  through  life  we  go  ; 
Let  us,  then,  make  others  happy, — 

If  you  love  them,  tell  them  so. 

—  Eben  E.  Rex  ford. 


TN  friendship  —  ev'n  thought  meets  thought   ere 

from  the  lips  it  part, 
And    each   warm  wish    springs    mutual    from  the 
heart.  — p0p€t 

93 


HPHE  true  sympathist  must  take  the  most  catho- 
lic views  of  human  nature.  He  should  be 
able  to  reach  out  to  any  man  in  any  condition,  to 
meet  him  on  his  own  ground,  and  view  life  from 
his  standpoint.  In  short,  he  must,  in  a  sense,  be 
that  man  before  he  can  fully  appreciate  his  needs. 
For  sympathy  is  not  remote,  it  is  intimate.  We 
cannot  sympathize  afar  off,  or  reach  a  heart  while 
standing  outside.  There  must  be  a  real  entering- 
in  before  there  can  be  help.  And  just  here  one 
realizes  how  essential  in  dealing  with  men  is  a 
knowledge  of  human  nature.  It  is  not  easy  "  to 
get  along "  with  one  unless  you  understand  him, 
and  the  more  perfectly  one  is  in  touch  with  another, 
the  greater  is  his  influence  over  him.  Did  you 
ever  meet  any  one  who  really  understood  you  ? 
What  a  wonderful  experience  !  There  is  nothing 
like  it,  and  we  can  but  .tremble  and  rejoice  that  at 
last  one  is  found  to  whom  we  need  not  be  forever 
explaining  ourselves  !  He  understands  the  motive 
behind  the  deed,  and  even  feels  out  for  the  un- 
spoken desires  and  scarce-formulated  aspirations 
of  our  inmost  hearts !  —  £«V*  Lyon  Topping. 

IFE  is  judged  by  love,  and  love  is  known  by 
her  fruits.  __  Hugh  Black, 

Q4 


f^lVE  him  a  lift;  don't  kneel  in  prayer, 
Nor  moralize  on  his  despair. 
The  man  is  down,  and  his  great  need 
Is  ready  help  —  not  prayer  and  creed. 
One  grain  of  aid  just  now  is  more 
To  him  than  tons  of  saintly  lore. 
Pray,  if  you  must,  within  your  heart  ; 
But  give  him  a  lift,  give  him  a  start. 

—  Anon. 

A  H,  many  a  one  is  longing 

For  words  that  are  never  said, 
And  many  a  heart  goes  hungry 
For  something  better  than  bread. 

—  'Josephine  Pollard. 


"FRIENDSHIP  is  a  word,  the  very  sight  of  which 

:  warm. 

—  Augustus  Birrell. 


in  print  makes  the  heart  warm. 


CO  many  plans,  so  many  creeds, 

So  many  paths  that  wind  and  wind, 
When  just  the  art  of  being  kind 
Is  all  this  sad  world  needs. 

—  Ella  Wheeler  Wilcox. 
95 


T^HE  essence  of  friendship  is  entireness,  a  total 
magnanimity  and  trust. 

—  Ralph  Waldo  Emerson. 

TV  /TAKE  friends  early  in  life,  else  you  will  never 
have  them.   ...     It  is  only  in  the  first  third 
of  our  threescore  and  ten  that  lifelong  friends  are 
made.  __  T.  T.  Munger. 

(~\LY)  friends  are  the  great  blessings  of  one's  later 
years.  Half  a  word  conveys  one's  meaning. 
They  have  a  memory  of  the  same  events,  and  have 
the  same  mode  of  thinking.  I  have  young  rela- 
tions that  may  grow  upon  me,  for  my  nature  is 
affectionate,  but  can  they  grow  old  friends  ? 

—  Horace  IValpole. 

XT  is  a  good   thing  to  be  rich,  and  a  good  thing 
to  be  strong-,  but   it  is  a  better  thing-  to  be  be- 
loved  by  many  friends.  —  Euripides. 

"\^7"E  gain  life  as  we  use  what  life  we  have,  and 
we  gain  it  as  we  are  in  sympathy,  compan- 
ionship, or  accord  with  those  who  truly  live. 

—  Edward  Everett  Hale. 

96 


PHERE  are  great  human  needs  which  money 
has  no  power  to  satisfy,  but  to  which  a  little 
heart's  gentle  love  will  be  the  very  bread  of  God. 
There  are  sorrows  money  cannot  soothe,  but 
which  a  word  of  loving  comfort  will  change  into 
songs.  The  abundant  life  may  not  have  money 
to  give,  and  yet  it  may  fill  a  wide  community  with 
blessings.  It  may  go  out  with  sympathy,  with 
comfort,  with  inspirations  of  cheer  and  hope,  and 
may  make  countless  hearts  braver  and  stronger. 

—  J.R.  Miller. 

'  NEVER  crossed  your  threshold  with  a  grief 
But  that  I  went  without  it ;   never  came 
Heart-hungry  but  you  fed  me,  eased  the  blame, 
And  gave  the  sorrow  solace  and  relief. 

I  never  left  you  but  I  took  away 

The  love  that  drew  me  to  your  side  again, 

Through  the  wide  door  that  never  could  remain 

Quite  closed  between  us  for  a  little  day. 

—  Anon. 

PVERY  life  is  meant 

To  help  all  lives ;  each  man  should  live 
For  all  men's  betterment.        jf/ice  Cary. 

97 


T^HE  best  portion  of  a  good  man's  life, — 
His  little,  nameless,  unremembered  acts 
Of  kindness  and  of  love.  Wordsworth. 


TN  life  —  not  death, 

Hearts  need  fond  words  to  help  them  on  their 
way ; 
Need  tender  thoughts  and  gentle  sympathy, 
Caresses,  pleasant  looks,  to  cheer  each  passing  day, 
Then  hoard  them  not  until  they  useless  be ; 

In  life  —  not  death, 
Speak  kindly,  living  hearts  need  sympathy. 

—  Anon. 

TJ^RIENDSHIP  cannot  be  permanent  unless  it 
becomes  spiritual.  There  must  be  fellowship 
in  the  deepest  things  of  the  soul,  community  in 
the  highest  thoughts,  sympathy  with  the  best 
endeavors.  —  Hugh  Black. 

"\JO  one  is  so  accursed  by  fate, 
No  one  so  utterly  desolate ; 
But  some  heart,  though  unknown, 
Responds  unto  his  own. 

—  Henry  W.  Longfellow. 

98 


"\1THAT  greater  thing  is  there  for  two  human 
souls,  than  to  feel  that  they  are  joined  for 
life,  —  to  strengthen  each  other  in  all  labor,  to  rest 
on  each  other  in  all  sorrow,  to  minister  to  each 
other  in  all  pain,  to  be  one  with  each  other  in 
silent  unspeakable  memories  at  the  moment  of  the 
last  parting  ?  _  George  Eliot, 

COUNT  this  thing  to  be  grandly  true, 
That  a  noble  deed  is  a  step  toward  God, 
Lifting  the  soul  from  the  common  clod, 
To  a  purer  air  and  a  broader  view. 

—  J.  G.  Holland. 

"  r~PHOSE  who  have  suffered  much  are  like  those 
who  know  many  languages ;  they  have 
learned  to  understand  and  be  understood  by  all," 
says  one.  I  think  this  is  one  of  the  great  reasons 
why  God  permits  sorrow.  "  Sorrow  is  not  given 
to  us  alone  that  we  may  mourn.  It  is  given  us 
that,  having  felt,  suffered,  wept,  we  may  be  able  to 
understand,  love,  bless.  Every  tear  that  falls  from 
one's  own  eyes  gives  a  deeper  tenderness  of  look, 
of  touch,  of  word,  that  shall  soothe  another's  woe." 

■  J-i,    x-».     o. 

99 


rTX)  the  Christ-filled  life  belongs  the  power  of 
insight  into  other  lives.     This  is  more  than 
psychological     cleverness  j     it    is    the     mysterious 
wisdom  of  love.  __  Cuthbert  Hall 


TVTEVER  let  the  seeming  worthlessness  of  sym- 
pathy make  you  keep  back  that  sympathy  of 
which,  when  men  are  suffering  around  you,  your 
heart  is  full.  Go  and  give  it,  without  asking 
yourself  whether  it  is  worth  while  to  give  it.  It 
is  too  sacred  a  thing  for  you  to  tell  what  it  is 
worth,  God,  from  whom  it  comes,  sends  it  through 
you  to  his  needy  child.  __  Phillips  Brooks. 


PHE  best  cure  for  sorrow  is  to  sympathize  with 
another  in  his  sorrow.     The  cure  for  despond- 
ency is  to  lift  the  burden  from  some  other  heart. 

—  The  Household. 


T^RIENDSHIP    seems    to    me    to  have    sprung 

rather  from  nature  than  from  a  sense  of  want, 

and  more  from  an  attachment  of  the  mind  with  a 

certain  feeling  of  affection,  than  from  a  calculation 

how  much  advantage  it  would  afford.    Cicero. 

100 


A 


ND  he  who  serves  his  brother  best 
Gets  nearer  God  than  all  the  rest. 


I 


F  our  best  friend  is  he  who  tries  to  make  some- 
thing of  us,  not  he  who  would  make  things 
easy  for  us,  surely  God's  friendship  is  shown 
in  the  experiences  in  which  the  man  or  woman  in 
us  shall  be  developed  and  trained.  When  God 
makes  it  necessary  for  us  to  struggle,  to  bear  bur- 
dens, to  fight  battles,  to  put  all  our  powers  to  the 
test,  he  is  giving  us  a  chance  to  grow. 

—  J.R.  Miller. 

/CULTIVATE  the  friendly  spirit.  If  one  would 
have  friends  he  must  be  worthy  of  them.  .  .  . 
Learn  to  love ;  get  the  helpful  spirit,  and  above  all 
the  responsive  temper,  and  friends  will  come  to 
you  as  birds  fly  to  their  beautiful  singing  mates. 

—  T.  T.  Munger. 


"\^7"ANTING  to  have  a  friend  is  altogether  dif- 
ferent from  wanting  to  be  a  friend.     The 
former  is  a  mere  natural  human  craving,  the  latter 
is  the  life  of  Christ  in  the  soul. 

—  J.R.  Miller. 

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CO  long  as  we  love  we  serve ;  so  long  as  we  are 
loved  by  others  I  would  almost  say  that  we 
are  indispensable ;  and  no  man  is  useless  while  he 
has  a   friend.  —  Robert  Louis  Stevenson. 

T^RIENDS  are  discovered  rather  than  made ; 
there  are  people  who  are,  in  their  own  nature, 
friends,  only  they  don't  know  each  other ;  but 
certain  things,  like  poetry,  music,  and  painting 
are  like  the  Freemason's  sign,  —  they  reveal  the 
initiated  to  each  other.       —  Mrs.  H.  B.  Stowe. 


["T  is  a  good  and   safe  rule  to  sojourn  in  every 
place  as  if  you  meant  to  spend  your  life  there, 
never  omitting  an  opportunity  of  doing  a  kindness, 
or  speaking  a  true  word,  or  making  a  friend. 

—  John  Ruskin. 

SHALL    pass    through    this  world    but    once. 

Any  good  thing  therefore  that  I  can  do,  or  any 
kindness  that  I  can  show  to  any  human  being,  let 
me  do  it  now.  Let  me  not  defer  it  or  neglect  it, 
for  I  shall  not  pass  this  way  again. 

—  A.  B.  Hegman. 
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["N  shutting  none  out  of  our  sympathy,  in  the 
willingness  to  help  all  and  to  be  helped  by  all,  we 
are  here  beginning,  like  children,  to  climb  the  foot- 
hills that  lead  us  upward  to  immortality  ;  we  al- 
ready breathe  joyfully  the  air  of  the  unseen  kingdom. 
It  is  folly  for  us  to  think  that  we  shall  be  at  home 
in  heaven,  if  we  find  its  air  too  pure  for  our  breath- 
ing here.  The  self-absorbed,  the  unsympathetic, 
the  unloving,  have  lost  their  way,  and  are  on  the 
downward  path.  No  light  of  the  eternal  life  is  re- 
flected from  their  faces.  But  when,  at  last,  we 
shall  have  cast  aside  the  worn-out  rags  of  our 
selfishness,  and,  turning  our  eyes  and  our  feet  up- 
ward, are  clothed  upon  and  winged  with  love,  on 
the  heavenly  heights,  who  shall  guess  to  what  new 
meanings  sympathy  and  comradeship  and  helpful- 
ness may  grow  ?  These  are  the  things  which  it 
hath  not  entered  into  the  heart  of  man  to  conceive. 
Yes,  service  is  the  law  of  the  heavenly  life,  and 
heartily  entering  into  it,  we  enter  into  joy  —  the 
joy  of  our  Lord.  —  Lucy  Larcom. 


/^\UR  friends  see  the  best  in  us,  and  by  that  very 
fact  call  forth  the  best  from  us. 


—  Hugh  Black. 
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OMALL  service  is  true  service  while  it  lasts. 

Of  humblest    friends,  bright   creature,    scorn 
not  one. 
The  daisy  by  the  shadow  that  it  casts, 

Protects  the  lingering  dewdrop  from  the  sun. 

—  Wordsworth. 

A    FRIEND  you  have  to  buy  won't   be  worth 
what  you  pay  for  him George  C.  Prentiss. 

ET  me  to-day  do  something  that  shall  take 
A  little  sadness  from  the  world's  vast  store, 
And  may  I  be  so  favored  as  to  make 
Of  joy's  too  scanty  sum,  a  little  more. 

—  Ella  Wheeler  Wilcox. 

"DE  useful  where  thou  livest,  that  they  may 

Both  want  and  wish  thy  pleasing  presence  still  ; 
Kindness,  good  parts,  great  places,  are  the  way 
To    compass    this.     Find  out  men's  want  and 
will, 
And  meet  them  there.     All  worldly  joys  go 

less 
To  the  one  joy  of  doing  kindnesses. 

—  George  Herbert. 
104 


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E  all  belong  to  each  other,  but  friendship  is 
the  especial  accord  of  one  life  with  a  kindred 
life.  It  is  harmony  felt  at  the  foundations  of  con- 
scious being,  not  obliterating  personal  differences, 
but  so  pervading  both  natures  as  to  help  each  to  a 
happier  and  truer  expression  of  itself.  ...  It  is 
not  that  they  seek  each  the  other,  but  that  God 
sends  each  to  the  other,  because  they  belong 
together.  —  Lucy  Larcom. 

'T^AKE  time  to  speak  a  loving  word 

Where  loving  words  are  seldom  heard. 
And  it  will  linger  in  the  mind, 
And  gather  others  of  its  kind, 
'Til  loving  words  will  echo  where 
Erstwhile  the  heart  was  poor  and  bare ; 
And  somewhere  on  thy  heavenward  track 
Their  music  will  come  echoing  back, 
And  flood  thy  soul  with  melody, 
Such  is  Love's  immortality.  —  Anon. 

HPHE  light  of  love,  the  purity  of  grace, 

The  mind,  the  music  breathing  from  her  face, 
The  heart,  whose  softness  harmonized  the  whole. 

—  Byron. 
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OHE  does  a  thousand  kindly  things 

That  no  one  knows ; 
A  loving  woman's  heart  she  brings 

To  human  woes ; 
And  to  her  face  the  sunlight  clings 

Where'er  she  goes. 

And  so  she  walks  her  quiet  ways 

With  that  content 
That  only  comes  to  sinless  days 

And  innocent ; 
A  life  devoid  of  fame  or  praise, 

Yet  nobly  spent.  Anon. 

\  \  7HAT,  then,  is  the  true  way  of  loving  one's 
friends  ?  It  is  to  love  them  in  God,  to 
love  God  in  them ;  to  love  what  He  has  made 
them ;  and  to  bear  for  love  of  Him  what  He 
has  not  made.  F'enelon. 

"/^\H,  how  delightful  it  would  be  to  live  in  a 
house  where  everybody  understood,  and 
loved,  and  thought  about  everybody  else ! "  she 
did  not  know  that  she  was  wishing  for  nothing 
more  and  something  a  little  less  than  the  kingdom 
of  heaven.  —  George  Macdonald. 

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T^HERE  is  no  use  of  living  if  our  lives  do  not 
help  other  lives.     They  must  help  other  lives 
if  in  themselves  is  the  power  of  God. 

—  Phillips  Brooks. 

rT*0  be  endowed  with  the  highest  form  of  sym- 
pathy is  to  possess  a  heaven-sent  gift  which 
should  be  measured  and  appreciated  as  any  other 
talent,  for  assuredly  it  is  a  rare  one.  The  founda- 
tion principle  and  motive  power  is,  of  course,  love 
for  one's  fellow-men  —  such  love  as  makes  the 
heart  beat  warm  and  kindly  for  all,  with  a  yearn- 
ing desire  to  be  helpful  to  those  with  whom  it 
comes   in  contact.  —  Leila  Lyon  Topping. 

/~\NE  might  think  to  read  of  suffering  .  .  .  that 
^^^  God  had  forgotten  to  be  gracious.  Why  he 
permits  such  suffering  I  cannot  tell ;  but  this  I 
can  tell,  that  it  is  the  duty  of  every  one  who  is 
not  suffering  to  do  something  for  those  who  are : 
to  think  of  them  and  for  them ;  to  try  at  least  to 
comfort  them  in  their  sorrows  ;  to  help  them  over 
their  troubles ;  in  a  word,  to  show  them  some 
friendliness,  some  human  loving-kindness. 

—  Mary  Linskill. 
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/'"YNE  of  the  greatest  lessons  in  life  is  to  learn 
to  take  people  at  their  best,  not  their  worst ; 
to  look  for  the  divine,  not  the  human,  in  them; 
the  beautiful,  not  the  ugly ;  the  bright,  not  the 
dark ;  the  straight,  not  the  crooked  side. 

A  habit  of  looking  for  the  best  in  everybody,  and 
of  saying  kindly  instead  of  unkindly  things  about 
them,  strengthens  the  character,  elevates  the  ideals, 
and  tends  to  produce  happiness.  It  also  helps  to 
create  friends.  We  like  to  be  with  those  who  see 
the  divine  side  of  us,  who  see  our  possibilities,  who 
do  not  dwell  upon  the  dark  side  of  our  life,  but 
upon  the  bright  side.  This  is  the  office  of  a  true 
friend,  to  help  us  discover  our  noblest  selves. 

—  Success. 

TJE  who  truly  gives  sympathy  makes  some  per- 
sonal bestowal  of  himself,  of  his  own  strength, 
his  own  life,  into  the  weakness  and  deadness  that 
he  tries  to  help.  It  is  indeed  a  wondrous  gift 
from  man  to  man.  —Phillips  Brooks. 


T7RIENDSHIP  antedates  a  glad  eternity 
And  is  a  heaven  in  epitome. 

—  Katharine  Philips. 
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T7NJOYING   -each   other's    good    is    heaven 
begun-  —  Lucy  C.  Smith. 

EARN  to  give  and  not  to  take;  to  drown  your 
".  '  own  hungry  wants  in  the  happiness  of  lend- 
ing yourself  to  fulfil  the  interests  to  those  near- 
est or  dearest  to  you.       __  Henry  Scott  Holland. 

OVE  is  life,  and  lovelessness  is  death.  As  the 
grace  of  God  changes  a  man's  heart  and 
cleanses  and  sanctifies  him,  this  is  the  great  evi- 
dence of  the  change,  this  is  the  great  differ- 
ence which  it  makes  :  that  he  begins  to  grow  in 
love,  to  lay  aside  self-seeking,  and  to  live  for 
others  —  and  so  he  may  know  that  he  has  passed 
from  death  unto  life.  .  .  .  For  that  life  into 
which  we  pass,  as  God's  dear  grace  of  love  comes 
in  us  and  about  us,  is  the  very  life  of  heaven. 

—  Francis  Paget. 

rTyO  her,  no  matter  what  the  burden,  it  was 
simply  leading  the  heavy  laden  to  the  strong 
Divine  Friend  as  people  were  brought  to  Him  of 
old,  and  establishing  the  personal  relations  of  love, 
faith,  and  following.  —  £.  P.  Roe. 

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CYMPATHY    is   the    safeguard   of  the  human 
soul  against  selfishness.  —  Thomas  Carlyle. 

"\^rHO  is  my  neighbor?      It  is  he 

Who  needs  a  gift  my  hands  can  give, 
Whose  human  misery  pleads  to  me, 
His  claim  to  help,  his  right  to  live. 

—  Anon. 

IF  any  little  words  of  ours  can  make  one  life  the 

brighter ; 
If  any  little  song  of  ours  can  make  one  heart  the 

lighter ; 
God   help  us  speak  the  little  word,  and  take  our 

bit  of  singing, 
And  drop  it  in  some  lonely  vale,  and  set  the  echoes 

raging-  —  Anon. 

TVfO   man   in  the  world  to-day   has   such  power 
as  he  who  can    make    his    fellow-men    feel 
that  Christ  is  a  reality.         —  Henry  van  Dyke. 

CHE  lived  to  serve,  and  the  when  and  the  how 
were   not   hers  to  determine.      So  with   bright 
face  and  brave  heart  she  met  her  days  and   faced 
her  battle.  —  Ralph  Connor. 

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T    ET  your  friends  have  your  sympathy  and  your 


help.  —  H.  Monsell. 


TF    I    can    feel    sympathy,  —  feel   it   within    and 
without,  —  then  dew  falls  and  the  desert  be- 
gins to  blossom.  —  Henry  van  Dyke. 

"\  "\  7E  are  going  to  do  a  kindly  deed, 

Sometime,  perhaps,  but  when  ? 

Our  sympathy  give  in  a  time  of  need, 

Sometime,  perhaps,  but  when  ? 
We  will  do  so  much  in  the  coming  years  ; 
We   will   banish   the   heartaches   and   doubts   and 

fears, 
And  we'll  comfort  the  lonely  and  dry  their  tears, 
Sometime,  perhaps,  but  when  ? 

We  will  give  a  smile  to  a  saddened  heart, 

Sometime,  perhaps,  but  when  ? 
Of  the  heavy  burdens  we'll  share  a  part, 

Sometime,  perhaps,  but  when  ? 
Sometime  we're  going  to  right  the  wrong; 
Sometime  the  weak  we  will  help  make  strong ; 
Sometime  we'll  come  with  Love's  old,  sweet  song, 

Sometime,  perhaps,  but  when  ? 

—  E.  A.  Brininstool. 
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The   Influence 

of 

Friendship 


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No  stream  from  its  source 
Flows  seaward,  how  lonely  soever  its  course, 
But  what  some  land  is  gladdened.     No  star 

ever  rose 
And  set  without  influence  somewhere.    Who 

knows 
What  earth  needs  from  earth's  lowest  crea- 
tures ?     No  life 
Can   be   pure  in  its  purpose,  and  strong  in 

its  strife, 
And  all  life  not  be  purer  and  stronger  thereby. 

—  Owen  Meredith, 

If  one  light  shines,  the  next  life  to  it  must 
catch  the  light.  It  is  the  inflection  of  in- 
fluence. 

—  A.  D.   T.  Whitney, 


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T  is  very  good  for  strength, 
To  know  that  some  one  needs  you  to 
be  strong. 
—  Elizabeth  Barrett  Browning. 


"DE  noble,  and  the  nobleness  that  lies 

In  other  men,  sleeping,  but  never  dead, 
Will  rise  in  majesty  to  meet  thine  own. 

—  fames  Russell  Lowell. 

"X^fHERE'ER  a  noble  deed  is  wrought, 

Where'er  is  spoken  a  noble  thought, 
Our  hearts  in  glad  surprise 
To  higher  levels  rise. 

—  Henry  TV.  Longfellow. 

"\70U  tempt  my  soul  afar 

By  your  ideals  for  me  —  till  life  end  ; 
My  calm,  dispassionate,  sincerest  friend. 

—  Elizabeth  Barrett  Browning. 

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'"PHUS  it  is  that  companionship  always  leaves  its 
impress.  Eye  cannot  even  look  into  eye  in 
one  deep,  earnest  gaze,  but  a  touch  has  been  left 
on  the  soul.  We  do  not  know  what  we  are  letting 
into  our  life  when  we  take  into  companionship 
even  for  an  hour  one  who  is  not  good,  not  pure, 
not  true.  Then  who  can  tell  of  the  debasing  in- 
fluence of  such  companionship  when  continued 
until  it  becomes  intimacy,  friendship ;  when  con- 
fidences are  exchanged,  when  soul  touches  soul  ? 

On  the  other  hand,  good  companionship  has 
only  benediction  and  blessing  for  a  life.  There 
have  been  mere  chance  meetings,  just  for  a  moment, 
which  yet  have  left  blessings  whose  influences  shall 
never  perish. 

Even  brief  moments  of  companionship  leave 
this  mark  of  blessing.  Then  who  can  tell  the 
power  of  a  close  and  long-continued  friendship, 
running  through  happy  years,  sharing  deepest  ex- 
periences, heart  and  heart  knit  together  ? 

—  J.R.  Mi  Her. 

A    HOLY  life  is  a  voice;    it  speaks  when  the 
tongue    is    silent,   and    is    either    a    constant 
attraction  or  a  perpetual  reproof.       Hlnton. 

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HPHE  kindliest  man  I  ever  knew.   .   .   . 

Such  fine  reserve  and  noble  reticence, 
Manners  so  kind,  yet  stately,  such  a  grace 
Of  tenderest  courtesy.         —  Alfred  Tennyson. 

TNFLUENCE  is  as  inseparable  from  character 
as  the  fragrance  is  from  the  flower,  or  the 
shadow  from  the  substance.  Every  one  that  lives, 
therefore,  lives  not  merely  unto  himself,  but  has  a 
subtle  effluence  always  radiating  from  him  that 
produces  some  effect  on  others.  On  the  rocks 
beneath  us  you  will  find  the  impress  of  the  tiniest 
insect  as  well  as  that  of  the  largest  megatherium  ; 
and  so  in  the  strata  of  society,  each  man  has  his 
own  place  to  fill,  and  will  leave  his  own  mark 
behind  for  blessing  or  for  the  reverse. 

—  William  M.  Taylor. 

T)E  cheerful.      Give  this  lonesome  world  a  smile, 

We  stay  at  longest  but  a  little  while. 
Hasten  we  must,  or  we  shall  lose  the  chance 
To  give  the  gentle  word,  the  kindly  glance. 
Be  sweet  and  tender —  that  is  doing  good  ; 
'Tis  doing  what  no  other  good  deed  could. 

—  Anon. 

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/^YNLY  a  thought ;  but  the  work  it  wrought 
Could  never  by  pen  or  tongue  be  taught ; 
For  it  ran  through  a  life  like  a  thread  of  gold, 
And  the  life  bore  fruit  a  hundredfold. 

—  Anon. 

"PVERY  reform,  every  regenerating  movement, 
must  have  a  man  behind  it.  He  must  be  a 
good  man  who  would  make  others  good.  He  must 
be  generous  who  would  make  others  liberal.  We 
cannot  be  in  the  company  of  some  men  ten  min- 
utes without  being  lifted  to  their  purer  atmosphere. 
We  act  our  best,  talk  our  best,  feel  our  best,  when 
they  are  near.  We  cannot  drop  an  unjust  or  bit- 
ter word  in  their  presence,  any  more  than  we  could 
take  a  live  coal  into  our  lips.  We  cannot  retail  a 
doubtful  piece  of  gossip  until  they  are  out  of  hear- 
ing. While  they  are  talking  we  feel  generous  and 
high-minded,  willing  to  sacrifice  our  money,  or  our 
time,  or  ourselves  to  the  cause  they  love.  While 
they  are  near,  we  feel  that  life  is  worth  living, 
that  we  can  amount  to  something,  if  we  choose, 
that  it  is  a  noble  thing  to  be  a  man,  that  it  is  a 
glorious  thing  to  be  a  Christian.  We  cannot 
describe  this  enveloping,  elevating  influence.     We 

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cannot  tell  exactly  what  it  is,  but  we  have  felt  it. 
This  was  and  is  the  influence  of  Christ  in  the 
earth.  He  only  turned  and  looked  upon  Peter, 
but  Peter  was  never  the  same  man  after  that  look 
as  before.  From  the  cross  He  looked  with  tender, 
loving  eyes  upon  a  sin-stained  world,  and  this  old 
world  has  never  been  quite  so  vile  and  wretched 
since.  Every  year  it  is  being  lifted,  more  and 
more,  out  of  its  wretchedness,  and  this  is  only 
accomplished,  and  altogether  accomplished,  by  His 
pure  and  loving  personality.  —  Golden  Rule. 

/^OURAGE  is  just  strength  of  heart,  and  the 
strong  heart  makes  itself  felt  everywhere,  and 
lifts  up  the  whole  of  life,  and  ennobles  it,  and  makes 
it  move  directly  to  its  chosen  aim. 

—  Henry  van  Dyke. 

\  I  7ITHIN  the  deeps  of  her  dear  eyes 

The  spirit  of  the  sunshine  lies, 
And  when  she  turns  their  light  on  me, 
The  shadows  of  a  lifetime  flee. 
Spring,  joy,  and  love  become  my  part, 
For  she  is  sunshine  in  my  heart. 

—  Lydla  Avery  Coonley. 
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A/TANY    there    be    who     call    themselves     our 

friends ; 
Yet,  ah  !   if  heaven  sends 
One,  only  one,  so  mated  to  our  soul, 
To  make  our  half  a  whole, 
Rich  beyond  price  are  we.  Anon. 

—  T^VERY  Christian  should  cast  a  rainbow 
shadow,  not  cutting  off  from  friends  the 
brightness  of  the  light  of  Christ's  face,  but  making 
it  all  the  richer  because  of  its  human  interpreting. 
The  blessing  of  the  love  of  Christ  should  be  in 
the  influence  of  every  Christian.  Wherever  we 
go  there  should  be  healing  in  our  shadow.  Others 
should  be  better  and  truer  for  seeing  and  knowing 
us.  Wherever  we  go  we  should  carry  cheer  and 
gladness.  It  should  be  easier  for  our  friends  to 
be  good  because  they  know  us  and  see  our  life. 
Our  shadow,  even  as  we  pass  along  the  street, 
should  heal  those  upon  whom  it  falls.  We  should 
always  be  inspirers  of  the  good  possibilities. 

u  Be  noble,  and  the  nobleness  that  lies 
In  other  men,  sleeping,  but  never  dead, 
Will  rise  in  majesty  to  meet  thine  own." 

—  J.R.  Miller. 
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"YX  7"HAT  a  subtle  kind  of  heartache  we  give 
others  by  simply  not  being  at  our  best  and 
highest,  when  they  have  to  make  allowances  for 
us,  when  the  dark  side  is  uppermost  in  our  minds, 
and  we  take  their  sunlight  and  courage  away  by 
even  our  unspoken  thoughts,  our  atmosphere  of 
heaviness  !  O  to  stand  always  and  eternally  for 
sunlight  and  life  and  cheer!  Anon, 


r~PHINK  truly,  and  thy  thought 

Shall  the  world's  famine  feed ; 
Speak  truly,  and  thy  word 

Shall  be  a  faithful  seed ; 
Live  truly,  and  thy  life  shall  be 

A  great  and  noble  creed. 

—  Horatius  Bonar. 


TVTEXT  to  the  sunlight  of  heaven  is  the  cheerful 
face.  Who  has  not  felt  its  electrifying  in- 
fluence ?  One  glance  at  this  face  lifts  us  out  of 
the  mists  and  shadows  into  the  beautiful  bright  and 
warm  within.  A  host  of  evil  passions  may  lurk 
around  the  door,  but  they  never  enter  and  abide 
there ;  the  cheerful  face  will  put  them  to  shame 
and  flight.  ■ —  The  Lutheran  Observer. 

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T  FEEL  that  I  shall  stand 

Henceforward  in  thy  shadow.     Nevermore, 
Alone  upon  the  threshold  of  my  door 
Of  individual  life,  I  shall  command 
The  uses  of  my  soul,  nor  lift  my  hand 
Serenely  in  the  sunshine  as  before. 

—  Elizabeth  Barrett  Browning. 


MY   KATE 

CHE  was  not  as  pretty  as  women  I  know, 

And  yet  all  your  best  made  of  sunshine  and 
snow 
Drop  to  shade,  melt  to  nought  in  the  long-trodden 

ways, 
While  she's  still  remembered  on  warm  and  cold 
days,  — 

My  Kate. 


Her  air  had  a  meaning,  her  movements  a  grace; 
You  turned  from  the  fairest  to  gaze  on  her  face : 
And  when  you  had  once  seen  her  forehead    and 

mouth, 
You  saw  as  distinctly  her  soul  and  her  truth  — 

My  Kate. 
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Such  a  blue  inner  light  from  her  eyelids  outbroke, 
You  looked  at  her  silence  and  fancied  she  spoke  :  — 
When  she  did,  so  peculiar  yet  soft  was  her  tone, 
Though  the  loudest  spoke  also,  you  heard  her  alone — 

*  My  Kate. 

I  doubt  if  she  said  to  you  much  that  could  act 
As  a  thought  or  suggestion  :   she  did  not  attract 
In  the  sense  of  the  brilliant  or  wise  :   I  infer 
'Twas  her  thinking  of  others   made  you  think  of 
her  — 

My  Kate. 

She  never  found  fault  with  you,  never  implied 
Your  wrong  by  her  right  ;  and  yet  men  at  her  side 
Grew  nobler,  girls  purer,  as  through  the  whole  town 
The  children  were  gladder  that  pulled  at  her  gown  — 

My  Kate. 

None  knelt  at  her  feet  confessed  lovers  in  thrall ; 
They  knelt  more  to  God  than  they  used,  —  that 

was  all  ; 
If  you  praised  her  as  charming,  some  asked  what 

you  meant, 
But  the  charm  of  her  presence  was  felt  when  she 
went  — 

My  Kate. 
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The  weak  and  the  gentle,  the  ribald  and  rude, 
She  took  as  she  found  them,  and  did  them  all  good  ; 
It  always  was  so  with  her  —  see  what  you  have  ! 
She  has   made  the  grass  greener  even   here  .  .   . 
with  her  grave  — 

My  Kate. 

My  dear  one !  when  thou  wast  alive  with  the  rest, 

I  held  thee  the  sweetest  and  loved  thee  the  best  : 

And  now  thou  art  dead,  shall  I  not  take  thy  part 

As  thy  smiles  used  to  do  for  thyself,  my  sweet 

Heart  — 

My  Kate. 

—  Elizabeth  Barrett  Browning. 

T  AM  a  part  of  all  that  I  have  met. 

—  Alfred  Tennyson. 

HPHE  light  of  love,  the  purity  of  grace, 

The  mind,  the  music  breathing  from  her  face, 
The  heart,  whose  softness  harmonized  the  whole. 

—  Byron. 

\ 

"LJER  eyes  were  homes  ot  silent  prayer. 

—  Alfred  Tennyson. 
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A  S  one  lamp  lights  another,  nor  grows  less, 
So  nobleness  enkindleth  nobleness. 

—  'James  Russell  Loivell. 

OUCH  were  great  Hercules  and  Hylas  dear; 
True  Jonathan  and  David  truly  tried ; 

Damon  and  Pythias,  whom  death  could  not  sever ; 
All  these,  and  all  that  ever  had  been  tied 
In  bands  of  friendship,  there  did  live  forever; 
Whose  lives    although  decay'd,    yet  love  decayed 

never-  —  Spenser. 

["T  was  not  anything  she  said  ; 
It  was  not  anything  she  did  ; 
It  was  the  movement  of  her  head, 
The  lifting  of  her  lid. 
And  as  she  trod  her  path  aright, 
Power  from  her  very  garment  stole ; 
For  such  is  the  mysterious  might 
God  grants  a  noble  soul.  Anon. 

TF  our  virtues 

Did  not  go  forth  of  us  'twere  all  alike 
As  if  we  had  them  not.  —  Shakespeare. 

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TT  is  worth  while  to  be  a  friend.  It  is  to  come 
into  people's  lives  with  hallowed  influences,  and 
then  never  again  to  go  out  of  them.  For  to  be  a 
friend  at  all  is  to  stay  forever  in  this  life.  God 
never  takes  from  us  a  friend  he  gives.  Therefore 
the  privilege  granted  to  a  few  rare  spirits  of  being  a 
friend  of  many  people  is  one  of  earth's  most  sacred 

gifts-  —y.R.  Miller. 

A    FLASH  !  you  came  into  my  life, 
And  lo  !   adown  the  years 
Rainbows  of  promise  stretched  across 

The  sky  grown  gray  with  tears. 
By  day  you  were  my  sun  of  gold, 

By  night,  my  silver  moon ; 
I  could  not  from  a  Father's  hands 
Have  asked  a  greater  boon. 

A  flash  !  you  passed  out  of  my  life  — 

No,  no  !  your  spirit  still 
Is  sun  and  moon  and  guiding  star 

Through  every  cloud  and  ill. 
As  down  the  rainbow  years  I  go, 

You  still  are  at  my  side  ; 
And  some  day  I  shall  stand  with  you 

Among  the  glorified.  Anon. 

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A /TEN  and  women 

Who  set  us  palpitating  with  the  thrill 
Of  something  loftier  than  we  yet  have  dreamed 
Are  God's  sublimest  poems. 

He  made  right  conduct  winsome,  strong  to  save 
His  friends  from  lower  moods  by  what  he  gave 
Of  his  wide-visioned,  brave,  imperial  soul. 

—  Ozora  S.  Davis, 

TTER  angel's  face 

As  the  great  eye  of  heaven  shined  bright, 
And  made  a  sunshine  in  the  shady  place. 

—  Spenser. 

COW  thou  the  seeds  of  better  deed  and  thought, 
Light    other    lamps    while    yet    thy    light    is 
beaming. 
Our    many    deeds,    the    thoughts    that    we     have 

thought, 
Go  out  from  us  thronging  every  hour ; 
And  in  them  all  is  folded  up  a  power, 
That  on  the  earth  doth  move  men  to  and  fro  ; 
And  mighty  are  the  marvels  they  have  wrought, 
In  hearts  we  know  not,  and  may  never  know. 

—  F.  W.  Faber. 
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r"PHE  thought  of  our  past  years  in  me  doth  breed 
Perpetual  benediction.  Wordsworth. 

TTOW  far  that  little  candle  throws  his  beams, 
So  shines  a  good  deed  in  a  naughty  world. 

—  Shakespeare. 

A  ND  Jonathan  caused  David   to  swear    again, 
because  he  loved  him  :  for  he  loved  him  as 
he  loved  his  own  soul. 

The  friendship  of  David  and  Jonathan  was  one 
of  the  most  beautiful  illustrations  of  friendship  that 
the  world  has  ever  seen. 

Such  friendships  are  very  rare.  Yet  every 
young  man  is  better  for  having  a  strong,  true,  and 
noble  friendship.  Young  men  have  many  tempta- 
tions, and  there  is  a  wonderful  restraining  and  con- 
straining power  in  the  life  of  one  we  love.  We 
dare  not  do  wrong  in  the  sacred  presence  of  a 
trusted  friend.  We  all  know  how  unworthy  we 
feel  when  we  come  with  the  recollection  of  some 
sin  or  some  meanness  into  the  presence  of  one 
we  honor.  One  writes  of  the  hallowing  influ- 
ence of  such  a  presence  :  — 

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"  Each  soul  whispers  to  herself:  'Twere  like  a  breach 
Of  reverence  in  a  temple,  could  I  dare, 
Here    speak    untruth,    here    wrong    my    inmost 

thought. 
Here  I  grow  strong  and  pure ;  here  I  may  yield 
Without  shamefacedness  the  little  brought 
From  out  my  poorer  life,  and  stand  revealed 
And  glad  and  trusting,  in  the  sweet  and  rare 
And  tender  presence  which  hath  filled  this  air." 

—  J.R.  Miller. 

A  FRIEND  has  many  functions.  He  comes  as 
the  brightener  into  our  life,  to  double  our  joys 
and  halve  our  griefs.  He  comes  as  the  counsellor, 
to  give  wisdom  to  our  plans.  He  comes  as  the 
strengthener,  to  multiply  our  opportunities  and  be 
hands  and  feet  for  us  in  our  absence.  But  above 
all  use  like  this  he  comes  as  our  rebuker,  to  explain 
our  failures  and  shame  us  from  our  lowness  ;  as 
our  purifier,  our  uplifter,  our  ideal,  whose  life  to  us 
is  a  constant  challenge  in  our  heart,  —  "Friend, 
come  up  higher,  higher  along  with  me  ;  that  you 
and  I  may  be  those  truest  true  lovers  who  are 
nearest  to  God  when  nearest  to  each  other." 

—  Endeavor  World. 
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EARN    to    greet    your  friends   with  a   smile. 
They  carry  too  many  frowns  in   their   own 
hearts  to  be  bothered  with  any  of  yours. 

AMI  not  nobler  thro'  thy  love  ? 

—  Alfred  Tennyson. 

PHE  touch  of  a  hand,  the  glance  of  an  eye, 
Or  a  word  exchanged  with  a  passer-by  ; 
A  glimpse  of  a  face  in  a  crowded  street, 
And  afterwards  life  is  incomplete  ; 
A  picture  painted  with  honest  zeal, 
And  we  lose  the  old  for  the  new  ideal ; 
A  chance  remark,  or  a  song's  refrain, 
And  life  is  never  the  same  again. 

An  angered  word  from  our  lips  is  sped, 

Or  a  tender  word  is  left  unsaid, 

And  one  there  is  who,  his  whole  life  long, 

Shall  cherish  the  brand  of  a  burning  wrong  \ 

A  line  that  stares  up  from  an  open  page, 

A  cynic  smile  from  the  lips  of  age, 

A  glimpse  of  loving  seen  in  a  play, 

And  the  dreams  of  our  youth  are  swept  away. 

—  Anon. 
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T7RIENDSHIP    only    truly    exists    where    men 
harmonize   in   their  views   of   things   human 
and  divine,  accompanied  by  the  greatest  love  and 
esteem.  —  Cicero. 


"Z^OD  gave  the  increase"  (i  Cor.  3  :  6).  The 
work  of  Richard  Gibbs  is  a  remarkable  ex- 
ample of  how  one's  influence  not  only  endures,  but 
increases  and  multiplies  after  one  has  passed  be- 
yond this  life.  Richard  Gibbs  wrote  a  tract  en- 
titled, "The  Bruised  Reed."  A  tin  pedler  gave  it 
to  a  boy  named  Richard  Baxter.  Through  read- 
ing it  he  was  brought  to  Christ.  He  wrote  "  A 
Call  to  the  Unconverted."  Among  the  thousands 
saved  through  it  was  Philip  Doddridge,  who  wrote 
"  The  Rise  and  Progress  of  Religion  in  the  Soul." 
That  book  fell  into  the  hands  of  Wilberforce,  the 
great  emancipator  of  slaves,  and  led  him  to  Christ. 
Wilberforce  wrote  u  A  Practical  View  of  Chris- 
tianity," which  fired  the  heart  of  Leigh  Richmond. 
Richmond  wrote  u  The  Dairyman's  Daughter," 
which,  before  1849,  na^  a  circulation  of  four  mill- 
ions and  was  translated  into  fifty  languages  —  all 
from  the  tract  that  Richard  Gibbs  wrote. 

—  Endeavor  JVorld. 

U1 


A  S  characters  traced  on  white  paper  with  sym- 
pathetic ink  can  only  be  made  legible  by  fire, 
so    our  hearts'    characters   cannot   be  read    unless 
warmed   by   friendship. 

What  is  the  best  a  friend  can  be 

To  any  soul,  to  you  or  me  ? 

Not  only  shelter,  comfort,  rest  — 

Inmost  refreshment  unexpressed; 

Not  only  a  beloved  guide 

To  thread  life's  labyrinth  at  our  side, 

Or  with  love's  torch  lead  on  before ; 

Though  these  be  much,  there  yet  is  more. 

The  best  friend  is  an  atmosphere 
Warm  with  all  inspirations  dear, 
Wherein  we  breathe  the  large,  free  breath 
Of  life  that  hath  no  taint  of  death. 
Our  friend  is  an  unconscious  part 
Of  every  true  beat  of  our  heart ; 
A  strength,  a  growth,  whence  we  derive 
God's  health  that  keeps  the  world  alive. 

—  Lucy  Larcom. 

POOD  deeds  ring  clear  through  heaven  like  a 
bell.  _  Jean  Paul  Richter. 

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TVTEVER  a  word  is  said 

But  it  trembles  in  the  air, 
And  the  truant  voice  has  sped 

To  vibrate  everywhere  ; 
And  perhaps  far  off  in  eternal  years 
The  echo  may  ring  upon  our  ears. 
******* 

Never  a  day  is  given, 

But  it  tones  the  after  years, 
And  it  carries  up  to  heaven 

Its  sunshine  or  its  tears ; 
While  the  to-morrows  stand  and  wait,  — 
The  silent  mutes  by  the  outer  gate. 

There  is  no  end  to  the  sky, 

And  the  stars  are  everywhere, 
And  time  is  eternity, 

And  the  here  is  over  there  ; 
For  the  common  deeds  of  the  common  day 
Are  ringing  bells  in  the  far  away. 

—  Henry  Burton. 

RUE  friendship  is  like  sound  health  ;  the  value 
of  it  is  seldom  known  until  it  is  lost. 

—  Cotton. 

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T  WANT  to  live,  if  God  will  give  me  help,  such 
a  life  that,  if  all  men  were  living  it,  this  world 
would  be  regenerated  and  saved.  I  want  to  live 
such  a  life  that,  if  that  life  changed  into  new  per- 
sonal peculiarities  as  it  went  to  different  men,  but 
the  same  life  still,  if  every  man  were  living  it,  the 
millennium  would  be  here  ;  nay,  heaven  would  be 
here,  the  universal  presence  of  God. 

—  Phillips  Brooks. 

FN  choosing  friends  we  are  choosing  a  large  part 
of  our  future.  We  are  to  be,  in  great  measure, 
what  they  are.  We  are  to  think  their  thoughts, 
imitate  their  actions,  share  their  joys  and  sorrows. 
If  we  choose  our  friends  wisely,  we  are  far  on  the 
way  to  a  happy  and  successful  life.  If  we  choose 
them  foolishly,  we  are  certain  of  some  shame  and 
sorrow  and  loss,  and  perhaps  of  much.  Then 
choose  friends  with  great  and  eager  care.  Nowa- 
days it  is  only  a  few  that  take  time  for  friendship. 
There  are  many  other  things,  we  foolishly  think, 
that  pay  better.  No  one  can  be  a  real  friend  with- 
out taking  time  for  it  and  spending  strength  on  it. 
We  must  think  about  our  friends,  plan  for  them, 
give  them  practical  assistance,  cheer  them  up,  en- 

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courage  them,  often  be  hands  and  feet  and  mind 
and  heart  for  them,  as  David  and  Jonathan  were 
for  each  other.  Sometimes  men  wonder  why  they 
have  no  friends  ;  they  are  not  willing  to  pay  the 
price.  The  last  rule  for  friends  is,  Be  willing  to 
let  them  go  !  I  mean,  of  course,  for  their  own  good. 
Be  willing  to  run  the  risk  of  offending  them,  of 
driving  them  away  from  you,  if  in  no  other  way 
you  can  move  them  to  righteousness.  Be  entirely 
frank  with  them.  Do  not  flatter  them.  Do  not 
wink  at  their  faults  and  sins.  u  Faithful  are  the 
wounds  of  a  friend,"  and  a  friend  is  not  worth 
having  who  will  not  risk  your  friendship  for  the 
sake  of  helping  you.  If  you  have  such  a  friend, 
thank  God  for  him  every  day. 

—  Endeavor  World. 


TJ^VERY  man  is  a  missionary  now  and  forever, 
whether  he  intends  or  designs  it  or  not. 

—  Dr.  Chalmers. 


/^REAT  souls  by  instinct  to  each  other  turn, 
Demand  alliance,  and  in  friendship  burn. 

—  Addison. 

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\/OU  can  only  make  others  better  by  being  good 
yourself.  __  Hugh  R.  Hawies. 


/^OURAGE  is  contagious.  Brave  thoughts^ 
brave  words,  brave  deeds,  —  courage  in  his 
whole  attitude  toward  life  and  death,  toward  God 
and  man  —  this  makes  the  teacher  an  educator, 
constitutes  him  a  former  and  creator  of  men ;  for 
the  heroic  mood  leads  to  contact  with  divine  things 
and  has  vital  power.  Refuse  to  entertain  thy 
troubles  and  sorrows,  and  they  will  leave  thee.  A 
great  mind  can  console  and  heal  as  well  as  time. 
Our  attitude  toward  circumstances  determines  what 
effect  they  shall  have  upon  us.  .  .  .  All  things 
belong  to  thee,  if  thou  but  love  them,  and  what 
thou  possessest  will  give  thee  pure  delight,  if  thou 
hold  and  use  it  for  the  benefit  of  others.  .  .  . 
If  thy  life  seem  to  thee  a  useless  burden,  still  bear 
it  bravely,  and  thou  shalt  find  at  last,  like  St. 
Christopher,  that  thou  hast  carried  a  god  across 
the  troubled  streams  of  time.  Whosoever  does 
what  is  right  in  a  generous  and  brave  spirit  feels 
that  he  acts  in  harmony  with  eternal  laws,  and  is, 
in  his  deep  soul,  conscious  of  divine  approval. 

—  y.  L.  Spaulding. 
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PHIS  learned  I  from  the  shadow  of  a  tree 
That  to  and  fro  did  sway  upon  a  wall  ; 
Our  shadow  selves  —  our  influence  may  fall 
Where  we  can  never  be. 

—  Anna  E.  Hamilton. 

SHOT  an  arrow  into  the  air, 
It  fell  to  earth  I  knew  not  where; 
For  so  swiftly  it  flew,  the  sight 
Could  not  follow  it  in  its  flight. 

I  breathed  a  song  into  the  air, 
It  fell  to  earth  I  knew  not  where ; 
For  who  has  sight  so  keen  and  strong 
That  it  can  follow  the  flight  of  song  ? 

Long,  long  afterwards,  in  an  oak 
I  found  the  arrow,  still  unbroke; 
And  the  song,  from  beginning  to  end, 
I  found  again  in  the  heart  of  a  friend. 

—  Henry  IV.  Longfellow. 

COUL-MESSAGES    may    not    be    stayed    nor 

crossed ; 
Out  of  God's  mails  no  letter  is  lost. 

—  A.  D.  T.  Whitney. 


A  ND  God  shall  make  divinely  real 
The  highest  form  of  thy  ideal. 

—  Mrs.  Preston, 

A  ND  who  can  tell  what  secret  links  of  thought 
Bind  heart  to  heart? 
Unspoken  words  are  heard,  as  if  within  our  deepest 

selves  were  brought 
The  soul,  perhaps,  of  some  unuttered  word. 

—  Adelaide  A.  Procter. 

npO  come  in  contact  with  a  great  soul,  to  feel  its 

influence,  is  to  have  new  life  breathed  into 

one.     It  is  to  have  all  that  is  noble  within  the  self 

rescued  from  the  pettiness  of  human  surroundings, 

and  lifted   into  an  atmosphere  where   it   beholds, 

though    in    another,    the    possibilities   of   its   own 

divinity.  .  .  .     Such  an  atmosphere  can  be  created 

only  through  the  life  of  one  who  lives  with  God 

every  day  and  every  hour. 

—  Florence  Palmer  King. 

T^O  win  a  true  friend,  one  must  love  Truth  and 
Right  better  than  he  loves  that  friend. 

—  IV,  C.  Gannett. 

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TN  so  much  as  any  one  pushes  you  nearer  to  God, 
he  or  she  is  your  friend.  —  Mozoomdar. 

"\TO  man  or  woman  of  the  humblest  sort  can 
really  be  strong,  gentle,  pure,  and  good  with- 
out the  world  being  better  for  it,  without  some- 
body being  helped  and  comforted  by  the  very 
existence  of  that  goodness.        —  Phillips  Brooks. 

HPHE  sweetest  lives  are  those  to  duty  wed, 

Whose  deeds,  both  great  and  small, 
Are  close-knit  strands  of  an  unbroken  thread, 

Where  love  ennobles  all. 
The  world  may  sound  no  trumpets,  ring  no  bells  : 
The  book  of  life  the  shining  record  tells. 
Thy  love  shall  chant  its  own  beatitudes 
After  its  own  life  working.     A  child's  kiss 
Set  on  thy  sighing  lips  shall  make  thee  glad, 
A  sick  man  helped  by  thee  shall  make  thee  strong, 
Thou  shalt  be  served  thyself  by  every  sense 
Of  service  which  thou  renderest. 

—  Elizabeth  Barrett  Broivning. 

/^\NE  example  is  worth  a  thousand  arguments. 

—  Gladstone. 

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'E  all  have  friends  whose  influence  over  us  is 
genial  and  kindly.  We  are  conscious  of 
being  drawn  ever  toward  goodness  and  truth  and 
purity  when  with  them.  They  arouse  in  us  noble 
longings  and  aspirations.  They  call  out  our  best 
endeavors  and  our  gentlest  and  kindliest  dispositions. 
Others  there  are  who  bring  from  us  not  sweet 
music,  but  jarring  discord.         —  J,  R,  Miller, 

^HE  gentle  minde  by  gentle  deeds  is  knowne ; 

For  a  man  by  nothing  is  so  well  bewrayed 
As  by  his  manners.  —  Spenser. 

/^)UR  friends  are  our  ideals.  At  least,  in  every 
^^^  beautiful  friend's  life  we  see  some  little  glimpse 
of  life  "  as  it  is  in  heaven,"  a  little  fragment 
of  the  beauty  of  the  Lord,  which  becomes  part  of 
the  glory  into  which  we  would  fashion  ourselves. 

When  we  truly  love  a  friend  we  unconsciously 
reach  toward  what  he  is  and  grow  into  or  toward 
his  likeness.  The  influence  of  companionship 
projects  even  far  beyond  the  earthly  story  of 
those  who  touch  and  impress  our  lives.  Indeed, 
we  can  never  be  as  though  we  had  not  experi- 
enced it.  —  J.  R.  Miller. 

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THINK  that  good  must  come  of  good, 
And  ill  of  evil  —  surely  unto  all, 
In  every  place  or  time,  seeing  sweet  fruit 

Groweth  from  wholesome  roots,  or  bitter  things 
From  poison  stocks  :  yea,  seeing,  too,  how  spite 

Breeds  hate  —  and  kindness,  friends  —  or  patience 
Feace.  —  Edwin  Arnold. 

r~PHERE  are  natures  in  which,  if  they  love  us, 

we  are  conscious  of  having  a  sort  of  baptism 

and  consecration.     They  bind  us  over  to  rectitude 

and  purity  by  their  pure  belief  about  us ;  and  our 

sins  become  the  worst  kind  of  sacrilege  which  tears 

down  the  invisible  altar  of  trust. 

—  George  Eliot. 

A    MAN  who  lives  right,  and  is  right,  has  more 

power  in  his  silence  than  another  has  by  his 

words.     Character    is   like    bells   which    ring   out 

sweet  music,  and  which,  when  touched,  accidentally 

even,  resound  with  sweet  music. 

—  Phillips  Brooks. 

PVERY  life  is  meant 

To  help  all  lives;  each  man  should  live 

For  all  men's  betterment.  Ji'ue  Cary. 

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TF  thou  art  blest, 

Then  let  the  sunshine  of  thy  gladness  rest 
On  the  dark  edges  of  each  cloud  that  lies 
Back  in  thy  brother's  skies. 
If  thou  art  sad, 
Still  be  thou  in  thy  brother's  gladness  glad. 

—  Anna  E.  Hamilton. 

JUST  to  live  is  joy  enough, 
Though  where  roads  are  dull  and  rough, 
Fill  your  cup  and  share  it !      Can 
More  be  done  by  flower  or  man  ? 

—  Lucy  La r com. 

'""PHE  nobler  the  character,  the  larger  and  deeper 
its  friendships  will   be,  the    more  natures  it 
will  enter  into  and  illumine.        Lucy  Larcom. 

'T'HOU  must  be  true  thyself 

If  thou  the  truth  would  teach  ; 
Thy  soul  must  overflow, 

If  thou  another  soul  would  reach  ; 
It  needs  the  overflowing  heart 

To  give  the  life  full  speech. 

—  Horatius  Bonar. 
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rT*HERE  are  souls  in  the  world  who  have  the 
gift  of  finding  joy  everywhere  and  of  leaving 
it  behind  them  when  they.  go.  Joy  gushes  under 
their  fingers  like  jets  of  light.  Their  influence  is 
an  inevitable  gladdening  of  the  heart.  It  seems  as 
if  a  shadow  of  God's  own  gift  had  passed  upon 
them.     They  give  light  without  meaning  to  shine. 

—  F.  W,  Faber. 


"^EAR,  I  would  be  to  you  the  breath  of  balm 
That  sighs  from  folded  blossoms,  wet  with 
dew ; 
The  day's  first  dawn-ray  I  would  be  to  you  — 
The  starlight's  cheery  gleam,  the  moonlight's  calm. 

I  would  be  pillow  to  your  cheek, 
When  toil  is  done,  and  care  hath  ceased  to  grieve; 
I  would  be  the  dear  dream  your  soul  doth  seek, 
The  dream  whose  joy  no  waking  hour  can  give. 

When  strength  is  ebbing  and  the  road  is  long, 
I  would  be  the  firm  staff  within  your  hand  ; 
A  pillar  of  cloud  in  a  sun-beaten  land, 
A    pillar    of   fire,    where     night's    black    shadows 
throng.         ,  _  Madeline  S.  Bridges. 

H3 


T^HE  smallest  bark  on  Life's  tempestuous  ocean 

Will  leave  a  track  behind  for  evermore ; 
The  lightest  wave  of  influence,  set  in  motion, 
Extends  and  widens  to  the  eternal  shore. 
We  should  be  wary,  then,  who  go  before 
A  myriad  yet  to  be,  and  we  should  take 
Our  bearing  carefully,  where  breakers  roar 
And  fearful  tempests  gather;  one  mistake 
May  wreck  unnumber'd  barks  that  follow  in  our 
wake.  —  Sarah  K.  Bolton. 


I 


T  is  wonderful  to  think  what  the  presence  of 
one  human  being  can  do  for  another, —  change 
everything  in  the  world.     —  George  S.  Merriam. 


1WTAY  I  reach 

That  purest  heaven,  —  be  to  other  souls 
The  cup  of  strength  in  some  great  agony, 
Enkindle  generous  ardor,  feed  pure  love, 
Beget  the  smiles  that  have  no  cruelty, 
Be  the  sweet  presence  of  a  good  diffused. 
And  in  diffusion  evermore  intense! 
So  shall  I  join  the  choir  invisible 
Whose  music  is  the  gladness  of  the  world. 

—  George  Eliot. 
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"DEMEMBER  there  is  no  legacy  like  the  ex- 
ample of  a  holy  life.  ...  Be  peaceful  and 
joyous,  consecrate  the  simplest  duties  of  every  day, 
fill  your  life  with  earnest  endeavor  and  perfect 
trust ;  and  no  matter  how  narrow  and  painful  it 
may  seem  to  you,  when  it  is  ended,  you  will  look 
back  with  wonder  at  the  influence  for  good  your 
quiet  example  and  cheerful  spirit  have  been. 

—  Anon. 


145 


The 
Immortality 

of 
Friendship 


147 


True  friendship  is  infinite  and  immortal. 

—  Pope, 

Can  friend  lose  friend  ?     Believe  it  not ! 
The  tissue  whereof  life  is  wrought, 
Weaving  the  separate  into  one, 
Nor  end  hath,  nor  beginning ;  spun 
From  subtle  threads  of  destiny, 
Finer  than  thought  of  man  can  see. 
God  takes  not  back  his  gifts  divine ; 
While  thy  soul  lives,  thy  friend  is  thine. 

—  Lucy  Larcom. 


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Z\i*'*^ 


NCE  we  have  loved  we  never  lose. 

That  is  not  love  which  can  forget, 
Through  loss  and  loneliness  and  grief 
This  gem  is  as  its  coronet, 
That  true  love  never  can  forget. 

That  is  not  faith  which  drops  its  hold. 

Once  we  have  trusted,  in  our  clasp 
Forever  lies  life's  changeless  gold, 

Nor  withers  in  our  loosened  grasp ; 

True  faith  through  all  time  keeps  its  clasp. 

—  Margaret  E.  Sangster. 


\X7E  must  learn  that  our  best  and  most  steadfast 
friends  are  invisible,  namely,  the  dear  angels, 
who  with  faithfulness  and  love,  moreover  with  all 
helpfulness  and  true  friendship,  far  surpass  all  the 
friends  we  have  whom  we  can  see.  Thus  in  many 
ways  we  enjoy  the  fellowship  of  the  heavenly 
spirits.  —  Luther. 

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HPHE  truth  of  immortality  gives  us  a  vision  of 
continued  existence  in  love  and  blessedness 
for  those  who  have  passed  from  us  and  beyond  our 
sight.  We  miss  them  and  we  ask  a  thousand 
questions  about  them,  yet  get  no  answer  from  this 
world's  wisdom.  But  looking  through  the  broken 
grave  of  Christ,  as  through  a  window,  we  see  green 
fields  on  the  other  side,  and  amid  the  gladness  and 
the  joy  we  catch  glimpses  of  the  dear  faces  we  miss 
from  the  earthly  circle.  —  Jm  Rt  Miller. 

A  ND  is  not  the  best  of  all  our  hopes,  the  hope 
of  immortality,  always  before  us  ?   .  .  .     It 
will  be  the  most  joyful  of  all  our  travels  and  ad- 
ventures.     It  will  bring  us  our  best  acquaintances 
and  friendships.  —  Henry  van  Dyke. 

TVTOT  merely  for  this  world  below 
Does  friendship's  cord  entwine, 
But  in  the  future  we  shall  know 

Its  value  more  divine. 
The  friendship  which  we  cherish  here, 

With  plighted  heart  and  hand, 
God's  angels  give  it  honor  there  — 

There  is  its  native  land.  Anon. 

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rT,HEY  sin  who  tell  us  love  can  die ;  .  .  . 

Love's  holy  flame  forever  burneth, 
From  heaven  it  came,  to  heaven  returneth ; 
It  soweth  here  with  toil  and  care, 
But  the  harvest  time  of  love  is  there. 

—  South  ey. 

"\JO,  the  heart  that  has   truly  loved   never  for- 
gets*  —  Thomas  Moore. 

A  LL  we  have  willed  or  hoped  or  dreamed  of 

good  shall  exist ; 
Not  its  semblance,  but  itself;  no  beauty,  nor  good, 

nor  power 
Whose  voice  has  gone  forth,  but  each  survives  for 

the  melodist, 
When  eternity  affirms  the  conceptions  of  an  hour. 
The  high  that  proved  too  high,  the  heroes  for  earth 

too  hard, 
The  passion  that  left  the  ground  to  lose  itself  in 

the  sky, 
Are  music  sent  up  to   God  by  the  lover  and  the 

bard  ; 
Enough  that  he  heard  it  once  :  we  shall  hear  it  by 

and  by-  —  Robert  Browning. 

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Q  AY  not  of  thy  friend  departed, 

"  He  is  dead  "  :  —  he  is  but  grown 
Larger-souled  and  deeper-hearted, 

Blossoming  into  skies  unknown. 
All  the  air  of  earth  is  sweeter 
For  his  being's  full  release ; 
And  thine  own  life  is  completer 
For  his  conquest  and  his  peace. 

—  Lucy  Larcom. 

"  COME  day,"  we  say,  and  turn  our  eyes 

Toward  the  fair  hills  of  paradise ; 
Some  day,  some  time,  a  sweet  new  rest 
Shall  blossom,  flower-like,  in  each  breast. 
Some  day,  some  time,  our  eyes  shall  see 
The  faces  kept  in  memory ; 
Some  day  their  hand  shall  clasp  our  hand, 
Just  over  in  the  Morning-land  — 
O  Morning-land  !  —  O  Morning-land  ! 

—  Edward  H.  Phelps. 

A  ND  visible  friends  link  hands  with  those  un- 
seen, 
Veiled  in  immortal  light :  their  love  is  one. 

—  Lucy  Larcom. 
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FN  a  world  of  constant  change  and  uncertainty 
there  is,  we  may  safely  affirm,  no  surer  anchor 
of  the  soul  than  a  true  and  enduring  friendship. 
And  friendship  to  be  true  must  necessarily  be  en- 
during,—  be  a  pure  and  constant  flame,  burning 
with  a  steadiness  that  chance  and  change  do  not 
harm,  glowing  more  cheerily  in  the  hour  of  trouble 
or  need,  and  unobscured  by  distance  of  time  or 
space.  Friendship  is,  in  its  very  nature,  pure, 
magnanimous,  sacred,  —  a  blending  of  soul  with 
soul,  a  forgetfulness  of  self,  an  entire  and  absolute 
trust,  a  oneness  of  heart.  That  such  a  friendship 
is  indeed  Heaven's  best  gift  we  may  well  believe, 
and  think  of  it  as  a  bond  not  to  be  measured  by 
the  little  span  of  this  brief  life,  but  as  immortal 
and  infinite ;  a  chain  the  first  links  only  of  which 
we  hold  in  our  perishing  hands,  but  which  we  may 
hope  to  grasp  yet  more  firmly  in  other  and  brighter 
worlds.  __£.  G.  S. 

T^HAT  I  shall  love  alway, 

I  offer  thee 
That  love  is  life, 

And  life  hath  immortality. 

—  Emily  Dickinson. 

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rT*HE    friendship  of   high    and  sanctified   spirits 
loses  nothing  by  death  but  its  alloy. 

—  Bishop  Hall. 

TRY  to  guess  what  radiance  now 
Is  resting  on  that  gentle  brow, 

Lovelier  than  shone  upon  it  here ; 
What  heavenly  work  thou  hast  begun, 
What  new  immortal  friendships  won, 

That  make  the  life  unseen  so  dear. 

I  do  not  think  that  any  change 
Could  ever  thy  sweet  soul  estrange 

From  the  familiar  human  ties ; 
Thou  art  the  same,  though  inmost  heaven 
Its  wisdom  to  thy  thought  has  given, 

Its  beauty  kindled  in  thine  eyes. 

The  same  to  us,  as  warm,  as  true, 
Whatever  beautiful  or  new 

With  thy  unhindered  growth  may  blend : 
Here,  as  life  broadens,  love  expands ; 
How  must  it  bloom  in  those  free  lands 

Where  thou  dost  walk,  beloved  friend  ! 

—  Lucy  Larcom. 
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\\TO\JhD  it  be  like  God  to  create  such  beau- 
tiful unselfish  loves,  most  like  the  love  of 
heaven  of  any  type  we  know — just  for  our  three- 
score and  ten  years  ?  Would  it  be  like  Him  to 
allow  two  souls  to  grow  together  here,  so  that  the 
separating  of  the  day  is  pain,  and  then  wrench  them 
apart  for  all  eternity  ?  What  is  meant  by  such 
expressions  as  "  risen  together,  sitting  together 
in  heavenly  places  "  ?  If  they  mean  anything, 
they  mean  recognition,  friendships,  enjoyments. 
Our  friends  are  not  dead,  nor  asleep,  they  go  on 
loving,  they  are  near  us  always,  and  God  has 
said,  M  We  should  know  each  other  there." 

—  Elizabeth  Stuart  Phelps. 

"\17HO  love  can  never  die!     They  are  a  part 

Of  all  that  lives  beneath  the  summer's  sky; 
With  the  world's  living  soul  their  souls  are  one ; 
Nor  shall  they  in  vast  Nature  be  undone 
And  lost  in  the  general  life;  each  separate  heart 
Shall  live,  and  find  its  own,  and  never  die. 

—  A?ion. 


T^O  live  in  hearts  we  leave  behind  is  not  to  die. 

—  Campbell. 
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LOST  a  friend  the  other  day  — 
His  heart  was  pure  and  strong  and  true ; 
Our  days  were  sweet,  but  all  too  few ; 
He  passed  from  earth  —  the  other  day. 
But  while  I  see  him  here  no  more, 
I  know  that  on  a  happier  shore, 

Not  here,  but  in  eternity, 
God  will  give  my  friend  to  me. 

I  lost  a  friend  long  years  ago  — 
Awhile  our  paths  together  lay, 
And  we  were  happy  by  the  way 

Until  we  parted  —  years  ago. 

From  out  each  other's  lives  we  passed ; 

Each  went  his  way,  but  yet,  at  last, 
Or  here,  or  in  eternity, 

God  will  give  back  my  friend  to  me. 

I  lost  a  friend  —  or,  shall  I  say 

He  lost  himself!     For  sin  and  shame 
Have  left  me  little  but  the  name 

Of  him  I  loved,  and  love  to-day. 

My  friend,  as  lost,  I  weep,  deplore ; 

But  faith  says  :  u  One  can  save,  restore." 
To  Thee  I  come,  I  pray  to  Thee, 
O  Christ,  give  back  my  friend  to  me. 

—  Paton  H.  Hoge. 

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Vy HAT  shall  I  do,  my  friend, 

When  you  are  gone  forever  ? 
My  heart  its  eager  need  will  send 

Through  the  years  to  find  you  never. 

And  how  will  it  be  with  you, 
In  the  weary  world,  I  wonder  ? 

Will  you  love  me  with  a  love  as  true, 
When  our  paths  lie  far  asunder  ? 

The  way  is  short,  O  friend, 

That  reaches  out  before  us; 
God's  tender  heavens  above  us  bend, 

His  love  is  smiling  o'er  us. 

A  little  while  is  ours, 

For  sorrow  or  for  laughter : 
I'll  lay  the  hand  you  love  in  yours, 

On  the  shore  of  the  Hereafter. 

—  Mary  Clemmer. 

T  HOLD  it  true,  whate'er  befall, 
I  feel  it  when  I  sorrow  most ; 
'Tis  better  to  have  loved  and  lost, 
Than  never  to  have  loved  at  all. 

—  Alfred  Tennyson. 
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TJTE  who  really  loves  has  tasted  of  immortality. 

—  Lucy  Larcom. 

r~PALK  not  of  wasted  affections  ;  affection  never 

was  wasted, 
If  it  enrich  not  the  heart  of  another,  its  waters 

returning 
Back  to  their  springs,  like  the  rain,  shall  fill  it  full 

of  refreshment. 
That  which  the  fountain  sends  forth  returns  again 

to  the  fountain.      —Henry  W.  Longfellow. 

"YX  TE    that    had    loved    him    so,    followed    him, 
honored  him, 
Lived  in  his  mild  and  magnificent  eye, 
Learned  his  great  language,  caught   his  clear  ac- 
cents, 
Made  him  our  pattern  to  love  or  to  die. 

—  Robert  Browning. 

r^  REEN  be  thy  turf  above  thee, 

Friend  of  my  better  days  ; 
None  knew  thee  but  to  love  thee, 

Nor  named  thee  but  to  praise. 

—  Halle  ck. 

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OWEET  human  hand  and  lips  and  eye, 

Dear  heavenly  friend,  thou  canst  not  die. 

******* 

Thy  voice  is  on  the  rolling  air ; 
I  hear  thee  where  the  waters  run  *, 
Thou  standest  in  the  rising  sun, 

And  in  the  setting  thou  art  fair. 

Strange  friend,  past,  present,  and  to  be ; 

Loved  deeplier,  darklier  understood ; 

Behold,  I  dream  a  dream  of  good, 
And  mingle  all  the  world  with  thee. 

—  Alfred  Tennyson. 

\  ~\  7HEN  I  remember  them,  those  friends  of  mine, 

Who  are  no  longer  here,  the  noble  three, 
Who  half  my  life  were  more  than  friends  to  me, 
And  whose  discourse  was  like  a  generous  wine, 
I  most  of  all  remember  the  divine 
Something,  that  shone  in  them,  and  made  us  see 
The  archetypal  man,  and  what  might  be 
The  amplitude  of  Nature's  first  design. 

—  Henry  JV.  Longfellow . 


'"PRUE  friendship  is  eternal. 

—  Cicero. 

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I 


\7t/E  scatter  down  the  four  wide  ways, 

Clasp  hands  and  part,  but  keep 
The  power  of  the  golden  days 

To  lull  our  care  asleep, 
And  dream,  while  our  new  years  we  fit 

With  sweetness  from  those  four, 
That  we  are  known  and  loved  there  still, 
Though  we  come  back  no  more. 

—  Rudyard  Kipling. 

S  it  not  sweet  to  think,  hereafter, 
When  the  spirit  leaves  this  sphere, 
Love,  with  deathless  wings,  shall  waft  her 
To  those  she  long  hath  mourn'd  for  here  ? 

******* 

Alas,  alas,  doth  Hope  deceive  us  ? 

Shall  friendship, — love,  —  shall  all  those  ties 
That  bind  a  moment,  and  then  leave  us, 

Be  found  again  where  nothing  dies  ? 

Oh  !   if  no  other  boon  were  given, 

To  keep  our  hearts  from  wrong  and  stain, 

Who  would  not  try  to  win  a  heaven 
Where  all  we  love  shall  live  again. 

—  Thomas  Moore. 
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r~pHERE  is  in  souls  a  sympathy  with  sounds ; 
And  as  the  wind  is  pitched,  the  ear  is  pleased 
With  melting  airs  or  martial,  brisk  or  grave ; 
Some  chord  in  unison  with  what  we  hear 
Is  touched  within  us,  and  the  heart  replies. 

—  Cowper. 


P\EATH,  indeed,  cannot  sever  friendship. 
"  Friends,"  says  Cicero,  "  though  absent,  are 
still  present ;  though  in  poverty  they  are  rich  ; 
though  weak,  yet  in  the  enjoyment  of  health ;  and 
what  is  still  more  difficult  to  assert,  though  dead 
they  are  alive."  This  seems  a  paradox,  yet  is 
there  not  much  truth  in  his  explanation  ?  u  To 
me,  indeed,  Scipio  still  lives,  and  will  always  live ; 
for  I  love  the  virtue  of  that  man,  and  that  worth  is 
not  yet  extinguished.  .  .  .  Assuredly  of  all  things 
that  either  fortune  or  time  has  bestowed  on  me, 
I  have  none  which  I  can  compare  with  the  friend- 
ship of  Scipio."  If,  then,  we  choose  our  friends 
for  what  they  are,  not  for  what  they  have,  and  if  we 
deserve  so  great  a  blessing,  then  they  will  be  always 
with  us,  preserved  in  absence,  and  even  after  death, 
in  the  "  amber  of  memory." 

—  Sir  'John  Lubbock, 
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/"^NE  came  and  told  me  suddenly, 

"  Your  friend  is  dead  !   Last  year  she  went ;  " 
But  many  years  my  friend  had  spent 
In  life's  wide  wastes,  apart  from  me. 

And  lately  I  had  felt  her  near, 

And  walked  as  if  by  soft  winds  fanned, 
Had  felt  the  touching  of  her  hand, 

Had  known  she  held  me  close  and  dear. 

And  swift  I  learned  that  being  dead 

Meant  rather  being  free  to  live, 

And  free  to  seek  me,  free  to  give, 
And  so  my  heart  was  comforted. 

—  Margaret  E.  Sangster. 


/^\H,  may  I  join  the  choir  invisible 

Of  those  immortal  dead  who  live  again 
In  minds  made  better  by  their  presence;  live 
In  pulses  stirred  to  generosity, 
In  deeds  of  daring  rectitude,  in  scorn 
For  miserable  aims  that  end  with  self, 
In  thoughts  sublime  that  pierce  the  night  like  stars, 
And  with  their  mild  persistence  urge  man's  search 
To  vaster  issues.  —  George  Eliot. 

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TVTEAR  you  in  sympathy  the  angels  stand, 

Their  unseen  hosts  encompass  you  around ; 
Strong  and  unconquerable  the  glorious  band, 
And  loud  their  songs  and  hymns  of  victory  sound. 
And  near  you,  though  invisible,  are  those, 
The  good  and  just  of  every  age  and  clime, 
Who  while  on  earth  have  fought  the  selfsame  foes, 
And  won  the  fight  through  faith  and  love  sublime. 

—  'Jones  Very. 

AM   an  immortal  being.     There  is  no   death 
to  cut  short  my  plans. 

—  Edward  Everett  Hale. 


A  ROUND  our  pillows  golden  ladders  rise, 
And  up  and  down  the  skies, 
With  winged  sandals  shod, 
The  angels  come  and  go,  the 

Messengers  of  God.  —  Stoddard. 


T^OR  love  remains,  whatever  dies: 

The  love  that  breathed  us  into  bloom, 
And  set  us  in  the  eternities, 
To  fill  their  void  with  life's  perfume. 

—  Lucy  Larcom. 
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/^*OD  never  meant  us  to  be  separated 

From  one  another  in  our  work  and  thought ; 
Spirits  that  share  His  Spirit  He  has  mated, 
That  so  his  loving  purpose  may  be  wrought, 
His  gracious  will  be  done 
In  earth  and  heaven,  as  one. 

—  Lucy  Larcom. 

HAVE  friends  in  the  spirit  land, — 
And  still  I  think  of  them  the  same 
As  when  the  Master's  summons  came. 

— John  G.  Whither, 

CWEET  souls  around  us!   watch  us  still, 

Press  nearer  to  our  side, 
Into  our  thoughts,  into  our  prayers, 
With  gentle  helpings  glide. 
Let  death  between  us  be  as  nought, 
A  dried  and  vanished  stream ; 
Your  joy  be  the  reality, 
Our  suffering  life  the  dream. 

—  Harriet  Beecher  Stowe. 


PHEY  live,  since  love  is  deathless. 

—  Lucy  Larcom. 
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\\  7"HEN  we  think  of  the  friends  who  have 
gone  from  us  into  the  unseen,  having  passed 
through  many  changes  in  their  physical  lineaments 
from  youth  to  old  age,  —  we  do  not  see  these 
changes  ;  our  vision  is  of  themselves,  in  the  fresh, 
full,  unhindered  expression  of  all  that  was  best 
and  most  real  in  them.  The  soul  is  always 
young,  and  the  heavenly  form  is  the  true  revela- 
tion of  the  soul.  Even  here,  we  know  our  friends 
far  less  by  their  physical  peculiarities  of  themselves 
that  we  call  "  expression." 


tc 


I  have  friends  in  Spirit  Land,  — 
Not  shadows  in  a  shadowy  band, 
Not  others,  but  themselves  are  they  ! 


>> 


We  shall  look  into  the  same  deep  eyes,  and 
clasp  the  same  warm  hands,  and  walk  on  beside 
the  same  beloved  beings  we  have  known  here,  our 
transfigured  bodies  forever  u  young  with  the  youth 
of  the  angels."  —  Lucy  Larcom. 

HHHY  earliest  friend  with  me 

Walked  hand  in  hand  ;  we  sat  long  hours  upon 
This  bank;  and  I  am  on  the  earth,  but  she 

Had  wings,  and  she  is  gone J)ora  Grcenwell. 

165 


KNOW  not  are  you  far  or  near, 
Or  are  you  dead,  or  are  you  live ; 
I  know  not  who  the  blame  should  bear, 
Or  who  should  plead,  or  who  forgive ; 
But  when  we  meet  some  day,  some  day, 
Eyes  clearer  grown  the  truth  may  see, 
And  every  cloud  shall  roll  away 
That  darkens  love,  'twixt  you  and  me. 

I  know  not  when  the  day  shall  be, 

I  know  not  when  our  eyes  may  meet, 

What  welcome  you  may  give  to  me, 

Or  will  your  words  be  sad  or  sweet ; 

It  may  not  be  till  years  have  passed, 

Till  eyes  are  dim  and  tresses  gray ; 

The  world  is  wide,  but,  love,  at  last, 

Our  hearts,  our  hands,  must  meet  some  day. 

—  Anon, 


o 


NCE  we  have  loved  we  cannot  lose. 
Who  loves  must  trust  and  cannot  choose. 

—  Margaret  E.  Sangster. 


IMMORTALITY  is  the  glorious  discovery  of 
Christianity.  __  Channing. 

166 


'T^HE  mortal  body  cannot  love  and  trust. 

'Tis  soul  that  loves,  and  soul  is  more  than  clod. 
And,  though  the  body  molders  back  to  dust, 
The  soul  lives  on  forevermore  with  God. 

—  E.  Alfred  Coll. 

f~\  THOSE  loving  hearts  in  the  realms  above, 

That  in  life  we  can  ne'er  forget, 
We  know  they  are  watching  with  eyes  of  love, 
We  know  that  they  love  us  yet. 

—  Charlotte  D.  Wilbur. 

OTILL  seems  it  strange,  that  thou  shouldst  live 

forever  ? 
Is  it  less  strange,  that  thou  shouldst  live  at  all  ? 
This  is  a  miracle,  and  that  no  more.      Young. 

(~*AN  it  be  ? 

Matter  immortal,  and  shall  spirit  die  ? 
Above  the  nobler  and  less  noble  rise  ? 
Shall  man  alone,  for  whom  all  else  revives, 
No  resurrection  know  ?     Shall  man  alone, 
Imperial  man  !  be  sown  in  barren  ground, 
Less  privileg'd  than  grain,  on  which  he  feeds  ? 

—  Young. 
167 


TV  /TANY  friends  that  travelled  with  me 
Reached  Heaven's  portal  long  ago ; 
One  by  one  they  left  me  battling 
With  the  dark  and  crafty  foe. 
They  are  watching  at  the  portal, 
They  are  waiting  at  the  door; 
Waiting  only  for  my  coming  — 
The  beloved  ones  gone  before. 

—  H.  M.  Re  as  oner. 


I 


CLIMB  the  hill :   from  end  to  end 
Of  all  the  landscape  underneath 
I  find  no  place  that  does  not  breathe 
Some  gracious  memory  of  my  friend. 

—  Alfred  Tennyson. 


TT  must  be  so,  Plato,  thou  reasonest  well ! 

Else  whence  this  pleasing  hope,  this  fond  desire, 
This  longing  after  immortality  ? 
Or  whence  this  secret  dread,  and  inward  horror, 
Of  falling  into  nought  ?     Why  shrinks  the  soul 
Back  on  herself,  and  startles  at  destruction  ? 
'Tis  the  divinity  that  stirs  within  us, 
'Tis  heaven  itself  that  points  out  an  hereafter, 
And  intimates  eternity  to  man.  — Addison. 

168 


"\TO  life  once  lived  on  earth  bravely  and  well, 
ever  quite  ceases  to  be.  The  great  and  good 
who  have  gone  over  to  the  majority  still  live  and 
speak,  still  uplift  and  inspire  those  who  are  toiling 
here.  That  is  a  beautiful  conception  of  death, 
that  makes  us  think  of  our  lost  as  just  "  away," 
not  beyond  our  loving  and  our  remembering  and 
not  beyond  remembering  and  loving  us.  u  Is  there 
never  a  chink  in  the  world  above  where  they  listen 
for  words  from  below  ? "  sings  Jean  Ingelow. 
Ah,  yes,  there  are  gates  ajar,  through  which  our 
voices  steal  in  and  our  songs  break,  to  mingle  with 
theirs  among  the  glorified.  They  are  alive  still, 
and  being  alive,  who  shall  say  that  they  have  ceased 
to  care  ?  —  Margaret  E.  Sangster. 

*"PHE  friends  who  have  been  truly  ours  here,  we 
must  find  in  the  hereafter,  for  they  are  part  of 
ourselves  :  our  life  and  theirs  is  one,  and  is  M  hid 
with  Christ  in  God  "  where  it  is  safe  forever. 

—  Lucy  Larcom. 

HPHEN,  though  thy  place  on  earth  a  void  must  be, 
Beloved  friend,  thou  art  not  dead  to  me. 

—  H.  H.  Boyesen. 
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The    Divine 
Friendship 


I71 


The  dearest  word  that  Christ  says  to  His 
disciples,  the  proudest  and  most  ennobling 
word,  the  word  that  means  the  most  for  our 
earthly  relationships  as  well  as  the  heavenly, 
is  this :  — 

"  I  have  called  you  friends/ ' 

—  Amos  R.  Wells. 


Infinite  Friend,  Thy  friendship  sure 

Hath  been  the  same  for  evermore, 

To  all  thy  people  and  to  me, 

Is  all  and  evermore  shall  be ; 

Changeless  and  fixed  as  the  Eternal  Throne; 

The  truest  that  this  world  hath  known. 

—  y.  C.  Todd. 


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3NE  there  is,  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end  : 
They  who  once  His  kindness  prove 
Find  it  everlasting  love. 

—  'John  Newton. 


(~\    GREAT  Heart  of  God  !  whose  loving 

Cannot  hindered  be  or  crossed ; 

Will  not  weary,  will  not  even 

In  one  death  itself  be  lost. 

—  Saxe  Holm. 


TV  /TINE  is  an  unchanging  love, 

Higher  than  the  heights  above; 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

—  William  Coivfier. 

l73 


(~\  HIGHEST  and  best  source  of  all,  from  out 
the  midst  of  infinite  mystery  of  suffering,  we 
look  to  Thee  !  On  Thee  our  faith  and  hope  and 
love,  on  Thee  our  need  and  despair,  still  call.  We 
cannot  grasp  Thy  being  or  comprehend  Thy  ways. 
We  can  but  know  Thy  truth,  Thy  goodness,  and 
Thy  beauty.  It  is  enough,  Thou  art  with  us ; 
in  Thee  we  live.  What  Thou  doest  is  eternally 
right  ;  on  Thee  we  throw  the  burden  of  our  lives. 
Thou  art,  Thou  hast  ever  been,  Thou  shalt  be  for- 
ever ;  Thou  holdest  us  ever  in  sight  whether  we 
live  or  whether  we  die.  .  .  .  We  weary  of  every- 
thing, —  of  labor,  of  rest,  of  pleasure,  of  success, 
of  the  company  of  friends,  and  of  our  own,  but 
not  of  the  divine  presence  uttering  itself  in  hope 
and  love,  in  peace  and  joy.     _  J,  £.  Spaulding. 

PHE  assurance  of  immortality  alone  is  not 
enough.  For  if  we  are  told  that  we  are  to 
live  forever  and  still  are  left  without  the  personal 
knowledge  of  a  personal  God,  eternity  stretches 
before  us  like  a  boundless  desert,  a  perpetual  and 
desolate  orphanage.  It  is  a  Divine  companionship 
that  the  spirit  needs  first  of  all,  and  most  deeply. 

—  Henry  van  Dyke. 

*74 


"  T    O,  I  am  with  you  alway." 

With  you,  to  lift  your  weak  endeavor 
Unto  His  service,  large  and  free ; 
With  you,  and  you  with  Him  forever !  — 
For  where  He  is,  His  friends  shall  be. 

—  Lucy  Larcom. 

A  T  last  the  end  came.  The  end  comes  for 
every  earthly  friendship.  The  sweetest  life 
together  of  loved  ones  must  have  its  last  walk, 
its  last  talk,  its  last  hand-clasp,  when  one  goes, 
and  the  other  stays.  The  friendship  of  Jesus  with 
his  disciples  was  very  sweet ;  it  was  the  sweetest 
friendship  this  world  ever  knew.  His  deep  human 
love  appears  in  his  giving  up  the  whole  of  this  last 
evening  to  this  tryst  with  his  own.  His  heart 
hungered  for  communion  with  his  friends ;  with 
desire  he  desired  to  eat  the  Passover,  and  enjoy 
these  hours  with  them  before  he  suffered.  Then 
he  did  it  also  for  the  sake  of  his  disciples  ;  he  wished 
to  comfort  them  and  make  them  stronger  for  the 
way.  This  farewell  has  kept  the  Christian  hearts 
of  all  centuries  warm  and  tender  with  love  toward 
him  who  is  the  unchanging  Friend,  the  same  yes- 
terday and  to-day  and  forever.     y%  Rt  Miller. 

175 


HIS  COMPANIE 


I 


S  the  way  long  ?      Meseems  not  so. 
No  way  is  long  where  friends  do  go 
In  converse  low  and  sweet  and  deep,  — 
And  all  the  way  I  have  with  me 
My  Lord's  dear  Companie. 

Is  the  way  hard  ?     But,  surely,  nay  ! 
For  "  Lean  on  Me  "  —  His  voice  doth  say. 
And  scarce  I  know  the  path  grown  steep, 
So  wondrously  it  heartens  me, 
My  Lord's  dear  Companie. 

—  J.  L.  M.  W. 

A  RT  tired  ? 

There  is  a  rest  remaining.     Hast  thou  sinned  ? 
There  is  a  sacrifice.     Lift  up  thy  head, — 
The  lovely  world,  and  the  over-world  alike, 
Ring  with  a  song  eterne,  a  happy  rede  :  — 
"  Thy  Father  loves  thee." 

—  "Jean  Inge  low. 

~\0    we    not    expect    too    much    from    earthly 
friends,  and  too  little  from  the  divine  Friend, 
who  alone  possesses  infinite  resources  ? 

—  Zions  Herald. 

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T^HOU  hast  given  so  much  to  me, 

Give  one  thing  more,  a  grateful  heart, 

Not  thankful  when  it  pleaseth  me, 

As  if  thy  blessings  had  spare  days  ; 

But  such  a  heart,  whose  pulse  may  be 

Thy  praise. 

—  George  Herbert. 

"\  \  TE  follow  Jesus  in  and  out  of  homes  ;  children 
cluster  about  his  feet ;  .  .  .  a  dozen  men 
leave  net  and  plough  to  bind  to  his  their  fortunes, 
and  others  go  forth  by  twos,  not  ones,  to  imitate 
him.  Across  the  centuries  we  love  and  trust  him 
all  the  more  because  he  was  a  man  of  many  friends. 

—  William  C,  Gannett. 

TJDR  the  love  of  God  is  broader 

Than  the  measure  of  mankind  ; 
And  the  heart  of  the  Eternal 
Is  most  wonderfully  kind. 

If  our  love  were  but  more  simple 

We  should  take  Him  at  his  word  ; 

And  our  lives  would  be  all  sunshine 

In  the  sweetness  of  our  Lord. 

—  F.  W.  Faber. 


PHERE  is  a  Friend,  more  tender,  true, 
Than  brother  e'er  can  be ; 
Who  when  all  others  bid  adieu, 
Remains  the  last  to  flee  ; 
Who,  be  their  pathway  light  or  dim 
Deserts  not  those  who  turn  to  Him. 

He  is  the  Friend  who  changeth  not, 
In  sickness,  or  in  health ; 
Whether  on  earth  our  transient  lot 
Be  poverty  or  wealth  ; 
In  joy  or  grief,  contempt  or  fame, 
To  all  who  seek  Him,  still  the  same. 

Of  human  hearts  he  holds  the  key ; 
Is  friendship  meet  for  ours  ? 
Oh,  be  assured  that  none  but  he 
Unlocks  its  noblest  powers! 
He  can  recall  the  lost,  the  dead, 
Or  give  us  dearer  in  their  stead. 

—  Caroline  Lovegrove, 

ly'ING  of  the  world,  thou  livest  to  the  end, 

Ruling  the  nations  as  no  other  can  ; 
Best  comrade,  healer,  teacher,  guide,  best  friend 
And  help  of  man.  _  Susan  Qoolidge. 

178 


HHHE  grace  of  heaven, 

Before,  behind  thee  and  on  every  hand, 
Enwheel  thee  around.  _  Shakespeare. 

"  CT*HAT  ye  should  love  as  I  have  loved  you  "  — 

Oh,  sweet  command,  that  goes  so  far  beyond 
The  mightiest  impulse  of  the  tenderest  heart ! 
A  bare  permission  had  been  much;  but  He 
Who  knows  our  yearnings  and  our  fearfulness, 
Chose  graciously  to  bid  us  do  the  thing 
That  makes  our  earthly  happiness,  and  set 
A  limit  that  we  need  not  fear  to  pass, 
Because  we  cannot.     Oh,  the  breadth, 
And  depth,  and  height  of  love  that  passeth  knowl- 
edge ! 
Yet  Jesus  said,  u  As  I  have  loved  you." 
It  is  not  that  we  love  our  precious  ones 
Too  much,  but  God  too  little. 

—  Frances  R.  Haver  gal. 

VyORSHIP  God  by  doing  good, 

Works,  not  words  ;  kind  acts,  not  creeds  ! 
He  who  loves  God  as  he  should, 
Makes  his  heart's  love  understood  by  kind  deeds. 

—  Anon. 

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A  ND  lo,  my  heart  was  sad,  alone, 

Bereft  of  one  whose  loving  presence 
Unceasing  thoughtfulness  and  care  had  given. 
My  soul  was  plunged  in  solitude 
Which  ne'er  before  had  sorrow  known. 

'Tis  now  that  friendship's  sacred  help  draws  near, 

And  shares  the  painful  loneliness ; 

Yet  with  all  that  sympathy  would  willingly  bestow, 

There  is  a  depth  it  fails  to  calm. 

Far  back  in  deep  recesses  of  the  inner  self 

Unveiled,  there  still  remains  an  aching  hungriness 

No  human  love  can  reach  to  soothe. 

'Tis  Christ  alone  who  holds  the  key 

And  knows  the  balm  that's  needed  there ; 

Yes,  he  can  fathom  every  depth 

And  mould  the  hidden  brokenness 

To  perfect  harmony.  —  Lucy  y,  Qriss. 

[T  is  the  loving  of  Christ  which  works  the  most 
wonderful  transformation.  .  .  .  We  do  not 
know  what  God  is  doing  for  us  when  he  gives  us 
friends  to  love,  especially  when  he  gives  us  those 
the  loving  of  whom  costs  us  something.  The 
blessing  comes  through  the  serving,  through  the 
giving  out  of  life.  —  J,  R.  Miller. 

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/^OD'S  patient  love  !      Misunderstood 

By  hearts  that  suffer  in  the  night. 
Doubted  —  yet  waiting  till  Heaven's  light 
Shall  show  how  all  things  work  for  good. 

God's  endless  Love !      What  will  it  be 
When  earthly  shadows  flee  away, 
For  all  eternity's  bright  day 
The  unfolding  of  that  Love  to  see  ! 

—  Anon, 

/^\H,  God,  I  pray  Thee  for  the  childlike  heart 

That  can  enjoy  —  all  vexing  thoughts  apart  — 
The  beauties  Thou  in  heaven  and  earth  dost  show, 
Not  fret  myself  with  things  I  do  not  know. 

—  Maltbie  D.  Babcock. 

TTIS  life  was  an  incarnation  of  friendship.  The 
angels  sang  it  over  the  manger,  u  Good  will  to 
men."  The  outcasts  knew  it  with  whom  He  sat 
at  meat.  Doubters  knew  it,  whom  He  led  with 
gentle  patience.  His  enemies  knew  it,  whom  His 
love  condemned.  His  disciples  knew  it,  whom 
with  His  dying  breath  He  called  friends.  The 
great  world  shall  yet  know  it,  being  drawn  to  the 
lifted  cross  of  friendship.  —  Amos  R.  Wells, 

181 


TTUSH,  I  pray  you ! 

What  if  this  friend  happen  to  be  —  God  ! 

—  Robert  Browning. 


PHE  love  of  Jesus  reproduces  itself  in  the  lives 
of  His  working  and  suffering  children.  In 
some  shape  they  are  ever  giving  themselves  to 
God  and  for  their  fellow-men.  True  love  is  no 
thin  disembodied  sentiment.  Love  asserts  its  pres- 
ence in  a  practical  visible  way,  when  once  it  really 
hves.  —  Canon  Lidden. 

"  T  NEED  not  journey  far 

This  dearest  Friend  to  see, 
Companionship  is  always  mine, 
He  makes  his  home  with  me." 

/GREATER  love  hath  no  man  than  this,  that  a 
man  lay  down  his  life  for  his  friends.  Ye  are 
my  friends,  if  ye  do  whatsoever  I  command  you. 
Henceforth  I  call  you  not  servants ;  for  the  ser- 
vant knoweth  not  what  his  Lord  doeth,  but  I 
have  called  you  friends,  for  all  things  that  I  have 
heard  of  my  Father  I  have  made  known  unto  you. 

—  John  IS  :  /J-JJ. 
182 


/^LOTHED  humbly  with  familiar  graces, 

Beside  you  in  your  path  He  moves  : 
His  face  looks  forth  from  human  faces; 
His  love  is  breathed  through  human  loves. 

—  Lucy  La r com. 

/^OD'S  love  and  peace  be  with  thee,  .   .   . 
.   .   .  Where'er  I  look,  where'er  I  stray, 
Thy  thought  goes  with  me  on  my  way 
And  hence  the  prayer  I  breathe  to-day ; 

*J»  rf±  *J»  *J»  *^  i^t 

Thou  lack'st  not  Friendship's  spell-word,  nor 
The  half-unconscious  power  to  draw 
All  hearts  to  thine  by  Love's  sweet  law. 
With  these  good  gifts  of  God  is  cast 
Thy  lot,  and  many  a  charm  thou  hast 
To  hold  the  blessed  angels  fast. 

**i*  ife  *^  *Mg  sL  «Xc 

^^  ^^  ^^  ^^  ^^  ^^ 

God's  love,  —  unchanging,  pure,  and  true,  — 
The  Paraclete  white  —  shining  through 
His  peace,  —  the  fall  of  Herman's  dew. 
With  such  a  prayer,  on  this  sweet  day, 
As  thou  may'st  hear  and  I  may  say, 
I  greet  thee,  dearest,  far  away  ! 

—  'John  G.   Whit  tier. 

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"  I  "HERE  is  only  One  who  can  take  our  lives 
with  all  their  fault  and  sin,  their  broken  strings 
and  jangled  chords,  and  bring  from  them  the 
music  of  love,  joy,  and  peace.  It  is  related  that 
once  Mendelssohn  came  to  see  the  great  Frieburg 
organ.  The  old  custodian,  not  knowing  who  his 
visitor  was,  refused  him  permission  to  play  upon 
the  instrument.  At  length,  however,  after  much 
persuasion,  he  granted  him  leave  to  play  a  few 
notes.  Mendelssohn  took  his  seat,  and  soon  the 
most  wonderful  music  was  breaking  forth  from  the 
organ.  The  old  man  was  spellbound.  He  came 
up  beside  the  great  master  and  asked  his  name. 
Learning  it,  he  stood  humiliated,  self-condemned, 
saying,  "  And  I  refused  you  permission  to  play 
upon  my  organ  !  "  —  There  comes  One  to  us  and 
desires  to  take  our  life  and  play  upon  it.  But  we 
withhold  ourselves  from  him  and  refuse  him  per- 
mission, when  if  we  would  but  yield  ourselves  to 
him,  he  would  bring  from  our  souls  heavenly 
music.  _  J,  R,  Miller, 


HPHE  meeting-point  of  God  and  man  is  love. 

—  Henry  Jones, 
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T^HE  hands  that  tend  the  sick,  tend  Christ;  the 
willing  feet  that  go  on  errands  of  love,  work 
for  Christ ;  the  words  of  comfort  to  the  sorrowful, 
and  of  sympathy  to  the  mourner,  are  spoken  in  the 
name  of  Christ  —  Christ  comforts  the  world  through 
His  friends.  How  much  have  you  done  for  Him  ? 
What  sort  of  a  friend  have  you  been  to  Him  ? 
God  is  working  through  His  people  ;  Christ  is  suc- 
coring through  His  friends  —  it  is  the  vacancies  in 
the  ranks  of  His  friends  wherein  the  mischief  lies; 
come  and  fill  the  one  gap.  _  Arthur  F.  Ingram. 

"TJ*VERYTHING  becomes  possible  to  those  who 
love.  .  .  .  We  shall  be  enabled  to  do  so 
much  if  only  we  love.  We  live  by  loving,  and 
the  more  we  love  the  more  we  live ;  and  there- 
fore, when  life  feels  dull  and  the  spirits  are  low, 
turn  and  love  God,  love  your  neighbor,  and  you 
will  be  healed  of  your  wound.  Love  Christ,  the 
dear  Master;  look  at  His  face,  listen  to  His  words, 
and  love  will  waken,  and  you  will  do  all  things 
through  Christ  who  strengtheneth  you. 

—  Marry  Scott  Holland. 

^HE  love  of  Christ,  which  passeth  knowledge. 

—  Epbesians  j  :  10. 

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"  "\  1  7"ITH  God  go  over  the  sea, 

Without  Him  not  over  the  threshold. " 

Blest  with  this  fellowship  divine, 
Take  what  thou  wilt,  I'll  ne'er  repine ; 
E'en  as  the  branches  to  the  vine, 
My  soul  would  cling  to  thee. 

Far  from  her  home,  fatigued,  oppressed, 
Here  she  has  found  her  place  of  rest; 
An  exile  still,  yet  not  unblessed, 
While  she  can  cling  to  thee. 

—  Charlotte  Elliot. 

"  T^HE  Lord  be  between  thee  and  me  forever  " 
(i  Sam.  20  :  23).  God  is  as  much  inter- 
ested in  our  friendships  as  He  is  in  our  prayers 
or  our  praise.  The  kind  of  company  we  keep  and 
the  kind  of  friends  we  win,  make  more  difference 
with  our  spiritual  condition  than  the  prayers  we 
offer  or  the  hymns  we  sing.  Have  no  friend  of 
whom  you  cannot  say,  "  The  Lord  be  between  me 
and  Wm."  __  J0hn  F.  Conan. 

\\ /E  know  that  all  things  work  together  for  good 
to  them  that  love  God.      —  Ro?n.  S :  28. 

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"  T^HE  life  of  faith  consists  of  just  this  —  being 
a  child  in  the  Father's  house." 

*T^HE  simple  gospel  of  the  humble  carpenter, 
preached  by  twelve  fishermen,  has  survived 
the  centuries,  and  outlives  all  other  philosophies 
of  eighteen  hundred  years.  I  am  not  versed  in 
the  terminology  of  philosophies.  I  believe  them  to 
be  of  little  use  to  reach  the  hearts,  and  to  influence 
the  action  of  simple  men.  .  .  .  The  simple  faith 
of  my  mother  is  good  enough  for  me.  If  we  be- 
lieve this  faith,  what  harm  ?  If  we  disbelieve  it, 
and  thereby  do  wrong,  what  of  our  future  ? 

—  Chauncey  M.  Depew. 

/^OD  is  enough  !  thou  who  in  hope  and  fear 

Toilest  through  desert-sands  of  life,  sore  tried, 
Climb  trustful  over  death's  black  ridge,  for  near 
The  bright  wells  shine ;  thou  wilt  be  satisfied. 

—  Edwin  Arnold. 


"DROTHER,  thy  high  desire 

In  the  remotest  sphere  shall  be  fulfilled. 
Oh,  joy  !     Oh,  gladness  inexpressible  ! 

—  Dante. 

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*"PHE  best  of  all  is,  God  is  with  us. 

—  'John  Wesley. 


"\X  7HEN  we  understand  all  is  from  God  and 
for  Him,  trouble,  doubt,  and  anxiety  die 
away,  and  the  soul  rests  in  the  calm  and  repose 
that  belongs  to  whatever  is  eternal.  He  sees  all 
and  is  not  disturbed.  Why  should  we  be  filled 
with  apprehension  because  there  are  ripples  in  the 
little  pond  where  our  life-boat  floats  ?  Since  He 
has  made  us  for  everlasting  bliss,  He  has  made  us 
to  be  happy  now  in  the  work  that  lies  at  our  hand 
or  in  the  sorrow  and  suffering  we  must  bear. 
Whatever  brings  a  high  thought,  or  a  gentle  or 
a  generous  mood  is  consecrated  as  though  wafted 
to  us  from  the  wings  of  angels.  Had  we  the 
power  to  gratify  every  wish  and  whim,  human  life 
would  become  impassible.  God's  love  is  as  mani- 
fest when  He  hems  us  in  as  when  He  enlarges  the 
bounds  in  which  he  permits  us  to  move.  We  ask 
blindly  for  many  things,  when  all  that  we  need  is 
that  He  will  guide  us.  a  Thy  will  be  done,"  is 
the  sum  of  all  true  worship  and  right  prayer. 

■    J.  L.  Spaulding. 
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"\  T  7E  love  thee  well ;  but  Jesus  loves  thee  best  — 
Only  "  good  night,"  beloved  —  not  "  fare- 
well !  " 
A  little  while  and  all  His  saints  shall  dwell 
In  hallowed  union,  indivisible  — 

Good  night !  —  Dorah  Dondney. 

/^yNTLY,  O  Lord,  in  thy  dear  love, 

Fit  us  for  perfect  rest  above ; 
And  help  us  this  and  every  day, 
To  live  more  nearly  as  we  pray. 

—  'John  Keble. 

OVE  Him,  and  keep  him  for  thy  Friend,  who, 
when  all  go  away,  will  not  forsake  thee,  nor 
suffer  thee  to  perish  at  the  last. 

—  Thomas  a  Kempis. 


TT  is  true  that  love  cannot  be  forced,  that  it  can- 
not be  made  to  order,  that  we  cannot  love  be- 


cause we  ought  or  even  because  we  want.  But 
we  can  bring  ourselves  into  the  presence  of  the 
lovable.  We  can  enter  into  Friendship  through 
the  door  of  Discipleship.  We  can  learn  love 
through  service.  —  Hugh  Black. 

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CONTEMPLATE  the  love  of  Christ,  and  you 
*""    will  love.     Stand  before  that    mirror,  reflect 
Christ's  character,  and  you  will  be  changed  into 
the  same  image  from  tenderness  to  tenderness. 

—  Henry  Drummond. 

MIZPAH 

C^O  thou  thy  way  and  I  go  mine; 

Apart,  yet  not  afar; 
Only  a  thin  veil  hangs  between 
The  pathways  where  we  are, 
And  "  God  keep  watch  'tween  thee  and  me," 

This  is  my  prayer ; 
He  looks  thy  way.      He  looketh  mine. 

And  keeps  us  near. 

I  know  not  where  thy  road  may  lie 

Or  which  way  mine  may  be ; 
If  mine  will  be  through  parching  sands, 

And  thine  beside  the  sea  ; 
Yet  God  keeps  watch  'tween  thee  and  me, 

So  never  fear ; 
He  holds  thy  hand,  He  claspeth  mine, 
And  keeps  us  near. 

*f*  i^  S|t  *ji  *jC  |K  Jj+ 

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And  though  our  paths  be  separate, 

And  thy  way  is  not  mine, 
Yet,  coming  to  the  mercy  seat, 

My  soul  will  meet  with  thine  ; 
And  "  God  keep  watch  'tween  thee  and  me," 

I'll  whisper  there. 
He  blesseth  thee,  He  blesseth  me, 

And  we  are  near.    —  Juiia  J,  Baker. 

/^\NE  of  the  most  valuable  changes  which  comes 
to  a  human  friendship  when  it  is  deepened 
into  a  communion  of  the  Holy  Ghost  is  the  as- 
surance of  permanence  which  it  requires.  When 
friendship  enters  into  God,  and  we  are  bound  to- 
gether through  our  common  union  with  Him,  all 
the  strength  of  that  higher  union  authenticates  and 
assures  the  faithfulness  of  the  love  that  is  bound  up 
with  it.  The  souls  that  meet  in  God  may  well 
believe  that  they  shall  hold  each  other  as  eternally 
as  He  holds  each  and  each  holds  Him. 

—  Phillips  Brooks. 

rT*HERE  is  a  Friend  better  than  any,  better  than 
all,  human   friends.     There  are  needs  of  our 
lives  that  no  friends  of  earth  can  satisfy. 

—  J.R.  Miller. 
191 


(~\F  earthly  friends,  who  finds  them  true 

May  boast  a  happy  lot ; 
But  happier  still,  life's  journey  through, 

And  earthly  joys  forgot, 
To  feel  a  heavenly  Friend  is  nigh 
Whose  love  and  care  can  never  die. 

—  Caroline  Love  grove. 

"  1  HAVE  loved  thee  with  an  everlasting  love  " 
(Jer.  31  :  3).  "The  highest  and  closest  rela- 
tion possible  between  any  two  is  friendship.  The 
basis  of  friendship  is  sympathy.  The  atmosphere 
of  friendship  is  mutual  unquestioning  truth.  In 
the  original  meaning  of  the  word  —  a  friend  is  a 
lover,  a  friend  is  one  who  loves  you  for  your  sake 
alone,  and  steadfastly  loves,  regardless  of  any  re- 
turn. .  .  .  Friendship  grows  with  exchange  of 
confidence.  Friends  are  confidents."  As  in  a 
double  solitude,  ye  think  in  each  other's  hearing. 
.  .  .  Trust  is  the  native  air  of  Friendship,  a 
breath  of  doubt  chills  and  chokes.  .  .  .  Now 
this  is  the  tender  relation  which  God  himself 
desires  with  each  of  us.  Did  Jesus  ever  speak 
more  tenderly  than  on  that  last  Thursday  night 
when  he  said  to  those  constant  companions  of  two 

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years,  "  I  have  called  you  friends,  for  all  that  I 
heard  from  my  Father  I  have  made  known  unto 
you.".  .  .  "  Trust  is  the  native  element  of  friend- 
ship —  friendship  with  God.  A  constant  feeling 
of  confidence  in  God  that  believes  in  his  overruling 
power  and  in  unfailing  love,  and  rests  in  him  in 
the  darkness.  .  .  .  Let  us  climb  up,  He  is  ever 
moving  us  into  the  inner  recesses  of  friendship 
with  himself."  __  £  £).  Gordon. 


r\  MASTER,  let  me  walk  with  thee, 

In  lowly  paths  of  service  free ; 
Tell  me  thy  secret,  help  me  bear 
The  strain  of  toil,  the  fret  of  care. 

Help  me  the  slow  of  heart  to  move 
By  some  clear,  winning  word  of  love ; 
Teach  me  the  wayward  feet  to  stay, 
And  guide  them  in  the  homeward  way. 

Teach  me  thy  patience,  still  with  thee 
In  closer,  dearer  company, 
In  work  that  keeps  faith  sweet  and  strong, 
In  trust  that  triumphs  over  wrong. 

—  Washington  Gladden, 
193 


r"PHE  merest  grass 

Along  the  roadside  where  we  pass, 

Lichen  and  moss  and  sturdy  weed 
Tell  of  His  love  who  sends  the  dew, 
The  rain  and  sunshine  too, 

To  nourish  one  small  seed. 

—  Christina  Rossetti. 

T^HERE  is  scarcely  any  character  under  which 
Christ  in  His  Manhood  is  represented  by 
which  He  comes  so  near  and  dear  to  us  as  that  of 
Friend.  Man  is  a  social  being,  and  a  large  portion 
of  our  earthly  enjoyment  springs  from  the  society 
of  our  friends.  Now  Jesus  meets  this  deep  want  of 
our  nature  by  offering  to  all  —  the  most  guilty 
transgressor  —  the  homeless  wanderer  —  the  aban- 
doned outcast  —  the  precious  boon  of  His  friend- 
ship. But  let  us  remember  that  while  it  is  the 
true  friendship  of  man  that  Jesus  offers  us,  it  is 
also  that  of  God.  While  He  wears  our  nature, 
and  is  truly  our  Brother,  He  is  also  our  King. 
His  friendship  is  therefore  backed  by  Omnipotence, 
and  it  cannot  consequently  possibly  fail  in  what  it 
undertakes  to  do  for  us.  We  may  have  an  earthly 
friend  who    is    neither    wanting  in    constancy  of 

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affection  nor  in  willingness  to  make  any  sacrifice 
to  aid  us,  but  is  deficient  in  ability.  In  the  dark 
hour  of  our  extremity,  when  we  most  need  aid,  he 
stands  by,  it  may  be,  with  a  tearful  eye  and  a 
bleeding  heart ;  but  utterly  helpless  to  assist  us. 
But  it  is  not  so  with  Jesus.  Never  can  we  be 
beyond  the  grasp  of  His  powerful  hand.  His  re- 
sources are  not  only  boundless,  but  they  are  avail- 
able when  we  most  require  them. 

—  Robert  Boyd, 


T  LOOK  to  Thee  in  every  need, 

And  never  look  in  vain ; 
I  feel  Thy  touch,  Eternal  Love, 

And  all  is  well  again  ; 
The  thought  of  Thee  is  mightier  far 
Than  sin  and  pain  and  sorrow  are. 

Discouraged  in  the  work  of  life, 

Disheartened  by  its  load, 
Shamed  by  its  failures  or  its  fears, 

I  sink  beside  the  road  ; 
But  let  me  only  think  of  thee, 
And  then  new  heart  springs  up  in  me. 

—  Samuel  Longfellow. 

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O  LOVE  OF  GOD 

f~\  LOVE  of  God,  how  strong  and  true  ! 

Eternal,  and  yet  ever  new ; 
Uncomprehended  and  unbought, 
Beyond  all  knowledge  and  all  thought ! 

O  heavenly  love,  how  precious  still ! 
In  days  of  weariness  and  ill, 
In  nights  of  pain  and  helplessness, 
To  heal,  to  comfort,  and  to  bless  ! 

O  wide-embracing,  wondrous  Love, 
We  read  Thee  in  the  sky  above ; 
We  read  Thee  in  the  earth  below, 
In  seas  that  swell  and  streams  that  flow. 

We  read  Thee  best  in  Him  who  came 
To  bear  for  us  the  cross  of  shame, 
Sent  by  the  Father  from  on  high, 
Our  life  to  live,  our  death  to  die. 

O  Love  of  God,  our  shield  and  stay 
Through  all  the  perils  of  our  way ; 
Eternal  love,  in  thee  we  rest, 
Forever  safe,  forever  blest. 

—  Horatius  Bonar. 
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/^\NE  of  the  chief  blessings  of  the  Christian  life 
comes  from  the  assurance  that  we  may  know 
Jesus  Christ.  It  is  our  privilege  to  enter  into 
close  relations  of  spiritual  friendship  with  the  Son 
of  God.  Human  fellowship  of  kindred  hearts  is 
sweet  to  the  soul,  but  the  fellowship  with  the 
Redeemer  of  men  is  precious  beyond  compare. 
And  it  is  not  association  at  a  distance ;  acquaint- 
ance through  a  second  person ;  or  friendship  at 
arm's  length  —  but  the  intimate  communion  of 
soul  with  Soul ;  so  close,  so  conscious,  so  satisfy- 
ing that  we  say  with  spiritual  exultation,  as  the 
apostle  did  :  "  I  know  whom  I  have  believed  !  ' 

The  joy  of  knowing  Jesus  Christ  is  one  of  the 
greatest  possessions  to  which  the  soul,  freed  from 
the  burden  of  sin,  and  admitted  to  the  fellowship 
of  the  saints,  falls  heir.  Amid  all  the  toil  and 
tumult  of  life,  with  its  discouragements,  perplexi- 
ties, sorrows,  and  burdens,  it  is  a  priceless  boon 
to  have  in  our  hearts  the  conviction  that  we  know 
Jesus  Christ.  It  steadies  faith  ;  it  stimulates  hope  ; 
it  cheers  the  heart ;  it  gives  new  meaning  and  pur- 
pose to  the  life  that  now  is,  and  it  casts  over  the 
life  that  is  to  come  the  delights  of  blissful  antici- 
pation. 1     JT       1J 

—  bpwortb  Jrierala. 

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/^VUR  Friend,  our  Brother,  and  our  Lord 

What  may  our  service  be.? 
Not  name,  nor  fame,  nor  ritual  word, 
But  simply  following  Thee. 

—  John  G.  Whittier. 

A  BUSY  woman  entered  her  room  hastily  as 
twilight  shades  were  falling,  went  directly  to 
her  desk,  turned  on  the  gas,  and  began  to  write. 
Page  after  page  she  wrote  ;  five  minutes  she  worked, 
ten,  half  an  hour.  The  solitude  became  oppressive. 
She  wheeled  her  chair  around,  and,  with  a  shock 
of  joyful  surprise,  looked  squarely  into  the  smiling 
face  of  her  dearest  friend  lying  on  the  lounge  by 
her  side. 

"  Why,  I  didn't  know  you  were  here ! "  she 
cried.     M  Why  didn't  you  speak  to  me  ?  " 

"  Because  you  were  so  busy.  You  didn't  speak 
to  me." 

So  with  Jesus  —  here  all  the  time.  The  room 
is  full  of  Him,  always  ready  to  greet  us  with  a 
smile  —  but  we  are  so  busy  !  But  when  the  soli- 
tude grows  oppressive  —  and  there  are  heart  soli- 
tudes that  can  be  only  broken  as  we  let  this  dearest 
Friend  speak  —  we  suddenly  turn,  and  lo  !   He  is 

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at  our  side.  We  speak  to  Him,  and  He  speaks  to 
us,  and  the  soul's  deepest  yearnings  are  completely 
satisfied.  —  Anon. 

DIVINE   AND    HUMAN 

JESUS,  Saviour,  Friend  most  dear ! 
Dwell  thou  with  us  daily  here  ! 
By  Thine  own  life  teach  us  this  — 
How  divine  the  human  is  ! 

One  with  God,  as  heart  with  heart, 
Saviour,  lift  us  where  Thou  art ! 
Join  us  to  His  life,  through  Thine, 
Human  still,  though  all  divine ! 

******* 

O  Love,  O  Friend,  Thy  name  is  God ! 
Lord  of  the  unseen  and  the  known  ! 
Thy  thoughts  the  universe  have  trod, 
With  worlds  like  sands  of  silver  strewn. 

Lead  us  through  these  bewildering  ways 
Of  pain  and  beauty  thou  hast  trod  ! 
Thou  art  our  creed,  our  prayer,  our  praise, 
O  Christ,  Thou  human  heart  of  God  ! 

—  Lucy  Larcom. 
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THHE  hour  draws  near,  howe'er  delayed  or  late, 

When  at  the  Eternal  Gate 
We  leave  the  words  and  works  we  call  our  own, 
And  lift  void  hands  alone 

For  love  to  fill.     Our  nakedness  of  soul 

Brings  to  that  gate  no  toll ; 

Giftless  we  come  to  Him  who  all  things  gives, 

And  live  because  He  lives. 

—  John  G.  Whittier. 

CO  now,  I  pray  Thee,  keep  my  hand  in  Thine, 

And  guide  it  as  Thou  wilt.     I  do  not  ask 
To  understand  the  "  wherefore  "  of  each  line,  — 
Mine  is  the  sweeter,  easier,  happier  task : 
Just  to  look  up  to  Thee  for  every  word, 
Rest  in  Thy  love,  and  trust,  and  know  that  I  am 
heard.  —  Frances  R.  Haver  gal. 

/^OD!  Thou   art   Love!     I  build  my  faith  on 
Vj    that! 

I  know  Thee,  Thou  hast  kept  my  feet  and  made 
Light  for  me  in  the  darkness  —  tempering  sorrow, 
So  that  it  reached  me  like  a  solemn  joy  : 
It  were  too  strange  that  I  should  doubt 
Thy  ^ve.  —  Robert  Browning. 

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\\  7"ITH  those  who  have  made  ready  to  receive 
Him  in  peaceful  trust,  He  will  come  and 
dwell  in  love  and  joy ;  and  great  is  their  rest  and 
blessedness.  —Abbe  Guillore. 


A  H,  there  is  no  friendship  without  the  Friend  ! 

Neither  can  it  be  begun,  nor  continued,  nor 

enjoyed,  without    the   Friend.       I  have  said  that 

friendship  does  not  require  two ;    it  does,  but  the 

other  is  Christ!  —Amos  R.  Wells, 

f~\  LOVE,  give  me  a  heart  so  like  Thine  own 

That  it  may  beat  in  unison  with  Thine ; 
Make  it  a  temple  for  Thyself  alone, 
Too  long  it  has  been  filled  with  thoughts  of  mine. 

—  Anna  J.  Granniss. 

HPHEN  let  my  feet  be  swift  to  run  for  Thee, 

My  hands  essay  Thy  lowliest  work  to  do, 
My  heart  be  warm  with  love,  my  gladness  be 
To  hear  Thy  voice  and  know  its  accents  true. 
And  still  when  thou  shalt  summons,  may  I  go, 
Oh,  Friend  Divine,  thrice  blest  to  serve  Thee  so. 

—  Margaret  E.  Sangster. 
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"  T/E  are  My  friends  —  " 

"  We  love  Him  because  He  first  loved  us  " 
(i  John  4:  19).  Christ  had  happiness  in  social 
relationship.  He  counted  a  good  deal  on  that. 
When  He  drew  the  group  of  twelve  disciples 
around  Him,  it  was  not  as  a  theological  class  that 
He  might  teach,  it  was  as  twelve  personal,  intimate 
friends ;  and  He  cared  for  their  friendship.  Out 
of  this  twelve  He  selected  three  and  cared  for  them 
more ;  and  out  of  the  three  He  selected  one  whom 
He  cared  for  most  of  all.  He  rejoiced  in  the  joy 
of  friendship.  .  .  .  When  He  was  about  to  die 
He  gathered  the  disciples  about  Him  and  He  told 
them  that  this  was  what  He  had  desired  to  do  — 
that  in  this  social  gathering  he  had  found  pleasure 
and  happiness.  Yes,  Christ  knew  something  of 
pleasure,  and  He  knew  more  of  happiness,  but 
most  of  all  He  knew  of  blessedness.  The  deeper 
joys  were  His.  The  joy  that  walks  in  the  invisi- 
ble, the  joy  of  companionship  with  God,  the  joy 
of  suffering  for  righteousness*  sake,  the  joy  of  self- 
sacrifice,  the  joy  of  pain,  the  joy  of  tears  —  these 
were  His,  and  these  were  more  to  Him  than  others, 
more  than  happiness,  more  than  pleasure. 

—  Lyman  dbbott. 


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'TTHOU  art,  O  God,  the  life  and  light 
Of  all  this  wondrous  world  we  see  ; 
Its  glow  by  day,  its  smile  by  night, 

Are  but  reflections  caught  from  Thee. 
Where'er  we  turn,  Thy  Glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  Thine. 

When  Day,  with  farewell  beam,  delays 
Among  the  op'ning  clouds  of  Even, 

And  we  can  almost  think  we  gaze 

Through  golden  vistas  into  Heaven  — 

Those  hues  that  make  the  sun's  decline 

So  soft,  so  radiant,  Lord  !  are  Thine. 

When  Night,  with  wings  of  starry  gloom, 
O'ershadows  all  the  earth  and  skies, 

Like  some  dark,  beauteous  bird,  whose  plume 
Is  sparkling  with  unnumbered  eyes  — 

That  sacred  gloom,  those  fires  divine, 

So  grand,  so  countless,  Lord  !  are  Thine. 

—  Thomas  Moore, 

OVE  for    Christ    is    transforming    the  world. 
Love  always  transforms.     Many  a  life  is  made 
beautiful  by  a  pure,  sweet,  strong  human  love. 

—  J.R.  Miller. 
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A  N  ancient  temple,  drawn 

Of  crumbling  granite,  sagging  portico, 
And  gray  forbidding  gateway,  grim  as  woe; 
And  o'er  the  portal,  cut  in  antique  line 
The  words  —  cut  likewise  in  this  brain  of  mine  — 
u  Would'st  have  a  friend  ?  —  wouldst  know  what 

friend  is  best  ? 
Have  God  thy  friend  :   He  passeth  all  the  rest." 

—  'James  Whitcomb  Riley. 

T^VEAR  Lord,  help  me  to  obey  because  I  love 
Thee.      May  my  will  be  Thine,  and  Thy 
will  mine.     Give  me  that  joy  of  life  which  can  be 
found  only  in  friendship  with  Thee. 

—  Floyd  W.  Tompkins. 

f~\  LOVE  that  will  not  let  me  go, 

I   rest  my  weary  soul  in  Thee ; 
I  give  Thee  back  the  life  I  owe, 
That  in  Thine  ocean  depths  its  flow 
May  fuller,  richer  be.        —  Q.  Matherson. 

TN  my  own  hands  my  want  and  weakness  are, 
My  strength,  O  God,  in  Thine. 

—  Bayard  Taylor. 
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HPHIS  name  of  Christ  tests  all  life  for  us. 
Anything  we  cannot  write  this  blessed  Name 
over  is  unfit  for  us  to  do.  What  we  cannot  do 
in  this  blessed  Name  we  ought  not  to  do  at  all. 
The  friendship  on  which  we  cannot  write  "  in  the 
name  of  Jesus  "  is  not  a  friendship  we  should  take 
into  our  life.  The  business  we  cannot  conduct  in 
Christ's  name  we  would  better  not  try  to  conduct. 
The  gate  over  which  this  Name  is  not  written  we 
should  not  enter.  —  J,  R,  Miller. 

TF  we  choose  our  friends  in  Christ,  neither  here, 

nor  ever,  need  we  fear  parting,  and  we'll  have 

the  secure  joy  and  peace  which  come  from  having 

a  friend  who  is  as  one's  own  soul. 

—  Hugh  Black. 


A  LL  loves  revive  and  grow  and  thrive 
In  God's  great  resting-place. 


—  y.  L.  Cos  bam. 


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